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Ok but... Ivar with a bastard daughter would hit

He wants children but its difficult with his condition, so when he finds out this blue eyed girl is is he is like: 🥺🥺🥺

I also think he really wants a baby girl, idk... He seems like a girl dad

Baby girl would love ubbe and hvitserk

It would also be so cute if she didnt realise ivars injury because he is so capable especialy with the crutches like

And ragnar (if he was alive) would loooooooove her, a blue eyed and brunette girl (thats his baby gisla)

Aslaug (if she also was alive)...Thats her fav grandbaby hands down

Lagertha would try to keep her distance but baby reader would NOT let her... She is so cool she would be glued to her side

She would be spoild with gold and jewls by ivar:

Ivar: sloth-face (hvitserk) that is for my baby daughter dont you dare break it 😡

Love vikings!!

AND SHE LOVES HER PAPA SOOOO MUCH!!!

Ivar would be such a good dad, I know this in my heart. I like the idea of baby! (name) being brought to Aslaug by her mother, and she's just like, here, here's your grand baby. Aslaug is so excited and immediately starts to dote on her new granddaughter! Ivar absolutely adores his baby. She literally has him wrapped around her little finger as soon as he meets her. Everyone was unsure if he was able to have children, so he's over the moon when he realizes he has a daughter.

Uncle Hvitserk is her favorite! Everyone in the family is absolutely whipped for her, but Hvits especially. He's constantly walking around Kattegat with his little niece on his hip, just carrying her around like a potato sack wherever he goes. I think it's pretty clear that Ivar is the closest with Hvitserk, so he trusts him the most with his daughter. Sigurd loves his niece, but he gets into arguments with Ivar all of the time, so Ivar gatekeeps her from him!

Remember how Aslaug is literally a princess? Yeah, her granddaughter is absolutely spoiled. Aslaug does her hair, putting jewelry in it and making sure she looks absolutely adorable every day. She keeps her baby in comfortable dresses when she isn't running around following her father and uncles. Aslaug lives for being a grandma, like actually. Don't even get me started on Ragnar.

He lost Gyda, but he saw so much of her in his granddaughter, it's almost as though she returned to him. I really like the idea of Ragnar settling down and just being a grandpa because I think he deserves that much. Ubbe and Ivar have given him little Lothbrok's to look after, and so he does. Ragnar was a farmer, so he often teaches his granddaughter how to farm and look for certain herbs.

I think Lagertha would definitely try to ignore her at first, but she's just too cute! We're talking about a woman who loves children, and once she gets comfortable enough, she co-grandma's with Aslaug.

Ivar is her favorite person, though. She loves her papa more than anything in the entire world and thinks he's the coolest viking. Ivar's daughter looks up to him as though he can do no wrong, and he never takes that for granted. Ivar and Aslaug are very similar in the way that they spoil her. Ivar wants to give his baby the world, and he makes up for that with gifts. Like, if his baby wanted the moon, he would give it to her if he could.

Viking girl dads >>>

i love aslaug sm, she was so overhated

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fictionalmenplz · 8 months

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Never In A Thousand Years

Summary: Camille, younger sister to princess Gisla of France, you thought you would have time to choose a suitor but once your sister is married to the wild Viking Rollo, your father wishes to speed up the process and Rollo comes up with an idea that could possibly join the two kingdoms...

This will have more than one chapter I don't know how many yet I will probably come up with that as I go but expect more than five so far. This will also contain smut but in a few chapters so be patient. 😉

Warnings: violence, language, arranged marriage.

Chapter 1

I was not opposed to marrying a Viking, though Rollo had set my standards high by converting his religion, and dedicating his life to Paris. I knew I would struggle to find a man as good as he turned out to be, but I did not know I would have to marry such a vile man.

The conversation arose one month ago during dinner, everything was normal, Gisla was smitten and father was proud of his judgement, he must have thought himself to be a matchmaker of some sort when he came up with this brilliant sentence; "Gisla, as a woman I'm sure you have needs."

I could have spat my wine in his face to such a statement, how dare he say that, I was doing well on my own thank you. I would then go on to say, "Why do you ask father?" (I am much better at keeping my temper than Gisla.)

"Well, you are near twenty and have not had as much as one suitor that you are interested in," he started and I quirked a brow, insisting he go on. "don't you want a husband?"

"Father," Gisla interrupted and gave me a shocked look. He put his hands up in defense, "I just want my last heir to be happy." I scoffed, "And I assure you I am." I put down my fork and stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me-"

"You are not excused, please sit down." Father said, my mouth hung open and I stood there for a moment, before slowly lowering myself onto the hard wooden chair.

"Forgive me, if this suggestion is wrong but, what if Camille, were to marry one of my nephews?" Rollo questioned from his high horse, who on earth do these men think they are? My father raised his eyebrows and nodded his head.

"That is not an awful idea Rollo." He says and taps his chin, "of course you remember Hvitserk, Camille." The third born child of Ragnar Lothbrok. "He came to request Aid from Rollo-"

"Yes, I remember him." I said through gritted teeth, the boy was just as stubborn as a mule and flirtatious, he acted like a child when he reaches maturity and sees his first woman.

"No, my king, he would not be a good suit for Camille." Rollo said and shook his head. My father turned his head in curiosity, "Then who, pray tell, would be?" Rollo smirked, twirling his fork in his fingers and glancing up at me. "Ivar."

My eyes widened and I shot Rollo a fierce look, "Never, that man is pure evil!" I shouted, father silenced me and took Rollo's suggestion into great consideration. No more than a week later Ivar showed up at the gates.

How he got here so quickly I have no idea, but he stayed for longer. Him and his chosen men occupied the great hall with boisterous dinners and rambunctious games, he had yet won me over, to say the least.

A couple times he had shown up at my chamber step, requesting entrance so we could talk and he could get to know me better, but I had denied many times, all but one.

It was a month before today, our wedding day. He came walking to my room, no crutch, only with the help of his braces which impressed me. He said the same thing as always.

"Hello Camille," he'd give me a longing look, "I was hoping you would let me in tonight." His french was getting very good, I hesitated for a moment and looked him up and down, pulling my robe closer and nodding my head.

"You may come in, Ivar." I said politely and he stepped in as I turned and walked to my balcony. His eyes wandered over my room, my bed, and then slowly up me.

He followed me to the balcony, leaning in the doorway as I rested my hands on the railing, I felt his eyes on me. I will my cheeks to keep their normal color, but his glowing blue eyes make it hard for me to not blush and I look at him angrily.

"What do you want Viking." I pestered and his eyes widened, "I only wanted you to know how beautiful you are," he stated and his lips kept slightly parted. I rolled my eyes, straightening my back and fixing my gaze at the town below us.

"I think you are even more beautiful than Freya." He added, I did not know a lot about the Norsemen's beliefs but I believe Freya was important when it came to how he compared me to her.

"Your words do not fool me." I replied blankly and narrowed my eyes at the moon. He stared confusedly at me for a moment, blinking and trying to piece together the foreign words I had used.

He shook his head, slightly jumping on his braces as he adjusted his stance and hummed for a moment. He lifted a hand and waved a finger, "I only know so much of your language,"

My face contorted in confusion this time and I turned to look at him, "And I will try my hardest to be a good husband to you." He shuffled closer, hesitantly placing a shaky but firm hand on top of mine.

"When we are wed, I will never force anything on you." His face was certain and I could tell he was being truthful, my expression softened my lips tightened together in a sort of awkward smile as I nodded my head.

I took him to my desk, pulling out parchment and pencils. I taught him many words and phrases, and he in return did the same. I learned a chant that many shield maidens call out before wars, and I learned of his triumph against a town called York.

I was impressed to learn that my future husbands victories were earned with his smarts and not his savageness. Eventually the conversation lingered to his legs, he quieted as he spoke and he knocked on the metal braces.

His face would twitch in pain at moments he adjusted to be able to sit more comfortably, my eyebrows twisted in worry as I watched him struggle and I interrupted his sentence.

"Is there a way I might help you? Or ease the pain?" My hand found its way onto his and his head snapped up from the desk, a shocked look as he swallowed, glancing at the braces and then nodding.

"it will only extend my time being here," he said, almost expecting me to immediately change my mind but I persisted and finally got him to seat himself on my bed.

He leaned on the back board and extended one leg, "Please, be careful." He said as he guided my hands onto several latches and knobs that I had to pry and twist.

I finished the first leg and he grunted in pain as it pinched his leg as it opened, I quickly moved the metal aside so his legs could rest comfortably and I finished with the left leg suit.

He leaned forward, rubbing his hands gently over his thighs and calves over his rough pants. I hovered my hands over the other leg, waiting for approval and then putting my hands to work.

I sat next to his legs, my legs folded together modestly in my robe so my slip would not show. After a few minutes he stopped, and I followed. He leaned his head on the back board, sighing and flicking his eyes towards me.

I smiled at him, his lips curling back at me in a sort of childlike smile. We sat there staring at each other for a moment, his hands fidgeting with his straps on his clothes and before I knew it his hands were on my neck.

Not in a demanding, grabby way, in a soft and wanting manner and his lips pressed mine as I leaned in. His nose brushed against mine I smiled against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck as his fell to my waist and he laid me down on my back, laying on top of me and not breaking our kiss.

His hands now traveled up my clothed sides, gripping at the soft material as though he wished it to be my flesh. He bit down on my lip, causing me to grunt and part my lips, allowing his tongue to be pushed inside to explore my mouth.

I tugged at his leather straps over his chest, it puzzled me why Vikings wore such tough material all the time. I kissed him back hungrily, holding my eyes shut as I sunk into the bed with his weight on top of me, it was a comforting and incredibly intimate feeling.

Feeling a man's body holding mine down like a weighted blanket, so much warmth being shared between our bodies that I reached for the tie of my robe, tugging it apart and revealing my thin night gown to air to cool me off.

He seemed to notice the absence of my hands as his face parted from mine and his eyes wandered down my body, the low cut neck and silk material hugged my body like a glove that he seemed to appreciate very much.

He bit his lip, gazing over my body and then pinching his eyes shut, pressing his body against mine again and interlocking our lips. One of his hands now gripped my side, rubbing over the silk and then adjusting his kisses to my jaw and my neck.

I tangled my fingers in his braids, tugging them as he sucked at the flesh of my neck feverishly and harshly. "Ivar..." I moaned and my back arched into him, suddenly so content in the feeling of his warmth on me, I jolted when he rolled over so abruptly.

I sat up quickly, watching as he crawled to his braces on the floor, an angry look on his face as he laid his leg on top. I quickly sat next to him, "let me help-" I tried but was met with his hand on my chest, pushing me away and a firm no shot from his lips.

I stared for a second in shock, waiting for a look or an apology but when he kept his eyes trained on his legs I stood, tying my robe again and sitting on my bed against the back board with my legs tucked to my chest.

I sat there and watched as he snapped the braces onto his legs, it hurt me to see him in so much pain as he rushed it but I knew if I tried to help him again he would push me away.

He hauled himself to his feet and strode out of my room, leaving me sniveling and tucking under my covers, trying to forget the new found bad memory.

That was last night, and today, on top of those frustrating feelings, I was supposed to leave my home forever.

#vikings #ivar the boneless #ivar lothbrok #pagan #norse mythology #fanfiction #smut #paris #ragnar lothbrok #ubbe ragnarsson

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doll-r-t · 2 years

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The Lost Pearl Part 18

Syverson x reader

TW: really short chapter

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When you woke up it was to a small body climbing all over you and a deep voice hushing. You groaned turning around and grabbing whoever was walking over you. You captured them holding onto them. You nestled your head into the wild hair and heard a giggle. Slowly you pealed your eyes open. You were met with wild orange hair. She turned around in your arms, her eyes were already bright without any trace of sleep. She tweaked your nose, giggling after. You let go of her turning on your back. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Syverson, he still looked a bit sleepy but otherwise already awake. You should feel shame by waking up next to a man you were not married to, but it seems that it did not matter in the Woodlands.

You put aside the scandalized thoughts and enjoyed the warm blanket and Rosamund’s rambling. The only thing that could make everything perfect would be a cup of warm coffee. Just as you thought it the door opened and Gisla came in, she stuck her head into the fort bemused at the picture. “Here have some breakfast.” She handed Syverson a tray with some bread and jam and oh thank the Gods - coffee.

Syverson handed you a cup and smiled when you clutched it to you. He had never seen you this disheveled. Even that one time you and he had fallen asleep in his study you were proper and elegant. But he had to admit he liked this version more.

“Common Rosamund, give as a moment to wake up.” She was rambling on about something you could not keep track of. Syverson handed her a piece of bread with jam as usual food to shut her up. It worked this time too. You shot Syverson a grateful look.

He reached out grabbing your hand, squeezing it. “Good morning Princess.” He caressed your hand with his thumb. “Did I keep my promise? of keeping you warm?” You nodded, “Yes very much so.” You looked at each other a moment longer. Both thought I could get used to this.

But you could not stay like this forever, once you had drunk your coffee and Syverson his it was time to follow your chores. Rosamund was told to clean up the mess while you went to Cella to give her some more lessons. Syverson went off to a council meeting. He looked back at you leaving the room longingly. How much would he have liked to stay like this, hidden away under blankets.

From there on the day went as usual. A walk, lessons, chores, more lessons, and then dinner. Nothing changed much about this in the coming days. Well besides the occasional gifts you found in your room. Syverson had gotten you a new red dress, a nice winter coat, a necklace, and some wooden figurines that will keep your books from falling odd the shelves. He had gotten you some more books and sought you out more often during the day to ask advice or if you needed anything, if the food was to your liking or if you needed assistance with something.

The meeting with Chae-Won had been postponed but finally, she came to Warhorse. She was a tall slender woman, with a crooked back and sharp eyes. “I have brought you some different woods we can use for the shelves, my Lady.” You and she looked over every option holding up to the wall. Syverson stood to the side, not interfering just watching. Once you said: “I do like the light wood but it will not fit with the rest of the room,” he butted in. Surprising you and Chae-Won. “We could get more of the wood and do the whole room so it will fit.” Would he seriously build a whole new room just so you could have the light bookshelves? You looked back at the room, observing, what felt like for the first time. It was spacious but warm. Not perfectly cut and elegant like your room back home. It was, you could not put another word to it than home-y.

“No, no.” You turned to Syverson again. “I think it is perfect just the way it is. I do not need light wood.” You walked over to the table holding all the options. You reached for a smooth almost shining dark brown, reddish wood. “I think this will do just fine.” Chae-Won looked at you. “Just fine?” You smiled at the older woman. From the way she was talking about her craft you knew she took great pride in her work and just fine would not cut it. “You are right. It would be more than fine.” You put some of your books on the wood. Looking at how they would look together. “Yes, this is the one.” You turned to Syverson, you felt the buzz of excitement run through you. He came over to look at the wood. “It is a fine choice.” Chae-Won took all her samples and told you she would be back tomorrow to take measurements. She walked out without a word. But rolled her eyes at the young people in love.

Syverson stood close to you still smiling down at you. “Thank you for this.” You turned to him. He shook his head as if he had done nothing special. “Are you happy?” He was still prepared to tear out all the dark wood or do whatever you wished. You knew he would but it was not necessary. So to reassure him you took his hand in yours. “Very much so.” His eyes flickered back and forth between yours trying to see if you were telling the truth. Once he was satisfied he squeezed your hand. It shot even more tingles through your hand, up your arm, and made your heart beat quicken. You could not help but step a bit closer to him, wishing to feel his warmth and smell his scent. Suddenly a thought struck you, “I do not think I have been this happy in a long time.” You whispered to him. It made him take a step closer to you. Your chests would be touching if it was not for the hands between you. He wrapped one of his arms around you. “Neither have I,” he whispered back. You let go of his hand, putting them up against his chest. Finally playing with the pear he still had around his neck, like you had wanted to for a while. “You still wear it.” You looked up at him. His eyes were solely focused on you. “Of course. You gave it to me.” He held you closer to him and lifted his other hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into it. “If you let me. I will wear it to my dying breath. And if there is a life after I will keep it right by my heart.” You could hardly breathe. Shaking your head you whispered. “But it is not treasure.” He lifted your head, making you look into his eyes. “To me it is.” You took the pear in your hand, laying it straight above his heart. “Then I wish for you to carry it until your dying breath and even after.” Syverson’s heart was racing underneath your fingers. Matching your pounding heart. Slowly Syverson leaned down, you matched it by every inch. “Rosamund will be here any second.” You breathed out. He could feel it on his lips, making him halt enjoying the feeling. “Then I will leave you to your school work.” He breathed back but made no move to leave. He still held you. His scent was intoxicating and all you wanted was to find out if he tasted intoxicating too.

Yet, you did not. You leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for all the gifts.” He tried to turn to chase your lips. His eyes were closed. “So you accept them?” It was a strange question but you answered anyways. “Of course.” This was it, he grabbed you once more to him leaning down. He needed to taste your lips. Just as you were about to you heard Rosamund yelling excited in the corridor. “Y/N, Y/N.” Syverson groaned stepping back from you. Rosamund did not need to see this. It would confuse her. But it did not matter. You had accepted his gifts. He lifted your chin kissing the corner of your mouth like you had done and left the room.

Rosamund burst in a second later, you still stood shocked and still by the table. Touching the spot Syverson had kissed. It was tingling. And you wished to feel it again.

Author's Note: I Am sorry but also not for teasing you guys again. I will promise this slow burn will come to an end soon!

Also shoutout to everyone who comments on my fics! I see you and I appreciate you!

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witchmd13 · 1 year

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Rollo meeting princess gisla

#Vikings

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devoutpriest · 2 months

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aprincessoftheblood:

“But do you truly believe it could be so?” Gisla looked the man over, she knew him to be different from the others, she tilting her head high as befit a princess of her station, and speaks in a soft Frankish accent. She wears blue and gold clothes, a royal dress, and a crown of gold with blue beaded jewels. He was only one of two who could speak their language. The other was a professed wanderer, but this one did not seem the sort. It had been the cross about his neck that gave him away. The male behind her, she sensed, was a resident of the church, he having a shouldered bowl hairstyle reminiscent of joan of arc, a curl on his face. “How are two such as we to live in fortune? How am I to live in fortune when our God has seen to it that I am to marry a man such as he? Is this nothing more than a trial of faith?”

“I believe that it is possible. Rollo is not a BEAST, I assure you, my lady. I’ve known him for years now.”

It is said in a sincere tone; he had seen the vulnerable side of Rollo behind the visage of the frightening brutal fighter that so resembled a crazy bear, like Sinric had so ‘eloquently’ put it—seen past the killer that once wanted him dead when they first met. He was a violent unthinking fighter too, as villagers said, some saying in Kattegat that Ragnar was more clever like Odinn than Rollo ; yet a villager said to the other ( whispering, as Earl Haraldson's spies were always creeping about ) that there needed to be a balance of brain and brawn ; Odinn and Thor. He did not know how much his assurance will mean to Gisla, even as he spoke it; she hardly knew him or Rollo after all.

He gives pause to her next question, feeling the weight of the heavy cross that King Ecbert had once given him. It made sense that Gisla would think this.

ONCE, he might have agreed it to be a trial of faith, that God would test the most faithful to be judged in dire circumstances.

Now, he felt himself reborn again and filled with the presence of God, yes, but he bore more knowledge and understanding than before. He no longer felt he could acknowledge the Pagan Gods any longer, but his Vikings family he held close in his heart.

“I do not think it a trial of faith, no, but one in which you can choose your own fate. May I ask, how did your first meeting go with him?”

#rp partner | aprincessoftheblood #ic

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ladyofglencairn · 2 years

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FIRST LOOK

Vikings S03E08 | Vikings: Valhalla S01E04

Rollo & Gisla | King Canute & Queen Emma

#vikingsedit #vikingsvalhallaedit #rollo x gisla #canute x emma #queen emma of normandy #king canute #rollo #princess gisla #clive standen #morgane polanski #bradley freegard #laura berlin #vikings #vikings:valhalla #like the way i ship these couples #and the way their stories have so many parallels #i'm here for it all #like canute and emma brought me out of my 5 year tumble exile!#my edit

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incorrectvikings · 2 years

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Ragnar: How is it having Rollo around?

Gisla: You can have him back whenever you would like.

#source: criminal minds #princess gisla #rollo lothbrok #ragnar lothbrok #vikings #vikings series

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theancientwise · 1 year

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Emperor Charles and Princess Gisla were the "Doran" (weak, frial, underestimated, but smarter and more cunning than anyone would have ever guessed at first sight) and the "Arianne" (brave, passionate, but sometimes a little impulsive and rusher) Martell of Western Frankia.

NOBODY CAN CHANGE MY MIND ABOUT THAT.

#vikings #vikings charles #vikings gisla #emperor charles #princess gisla #i propose the house Martell's motto as the frank royalty's one as well #doran martell #arianne martell #asoiaf #unbowed unbent unbroken

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catherinesboleyn · 2 years

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The Tudors 2.06 // Vikings 4.01

#the tudors #vikings #parallels #thomas boleyn #george boleyn #jane boleyn #rollo lothbrok #princess gisla

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majesticwren · 2 years

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Modern!Lothbrok Family at Christmas 🎄

Ragnar Lothbrok:

He LOVES Christmas.

The celebrating, the food AND the drinking. The mad run to buy last-minute presents, the shitty movies (Cit.), and the shitty songs. (-Cit.)

He also likes the folklore and religious side behind it. So, he would follow Athelstan to church, but would also celebrate the Gods and their ancestors with the rest of the family.

He likes having his dysfunctional family reunited, even if just for one day and possibly a recipe for disaster, it makes him truly happy. The more the merrier.

His weakness at Christmas is the city lights. He literally goes all emotional the first night they turn them on.

His favourites things are EVERYTHING.

Athelstan:

December in general is a very precious moment of the year for him. He spends it preparing emotionally and faithfully to celebrate the holy birth of Jesus Christ our Lord and saviour. (-Cit.)

He basically resides inside a church, praying constantly. But all his prayers are basically devoted to protecting his loved ones.

He does funds raising and charity works in general... But at Christmas he goes nuts with it, covering his agenda with social events to participate to. And he is very, VERY good at his charity stuff.

He likes to reunite with the family. If you ask him, that is the nicest and richest part of the whole thing.

Being a humble man, he doesn't like much of what Christmas became through the media - which is definitely a topic he always brings up throughout the lunch hoping more people will agree with him. It never happens.

His favourites things are the connection to God and the Midnight mass on Christmas Eve. And Christmas movies, but that a secret.

Lagertha:

She is the organiser. Everything has to pass through her and get her approval before it gets done. From the Christmas presents lists to the Christmas dinner/lunch/snacks whatever it is.

She doesn't like Christmas. But Aslaug, Ragnar and Athelstan do, so she does too.

She makes sure to have a paid group of people who comes in and decorate the entire house for them. But always leaves a few bits for Aslaug to put up, because she still cares.

The same goes for the Christmas days celebrations - they have a full-on catering service working for them. But Lagertha leaves space to those (Aslaug) who love to cook for the family to do so.

She won't admit it, but she loves to have the house filled with warmth and laughter, even arguing, for days. She likes having the family around and she likes to have them safe and happy.

Her favourite things are the stress and panic and fuffing that she can control with a click of her fingers, and Ragnar and Aslaug being drunk and hilarious on Christmas day. (Also Aslaug's red lingerie.)

Trivia: SHE IS THE BEST AT CHRISTMAS PRESENTS BUSINESS.

Aslaug:

She is the Queen of Christmas. Just look at her. No doubt there, no argument. She is made of snow, and freshly baked mince pies, and tinsel, and baubles, and fire lit in the chimney, and... You got the gist.

Her Christmas starts on the 1st of November. And it is, of course, her favourite holiday.

THE WHOLE FAMILY REUNITED IN HER HOUSE?? The preparations must start as soon as she starts thinking about Christmas. Of course, the preparations are quickly passed to Lagertha, because Aslaug is extra excited and extra impulsive and if you leave it to her she'll have a herd of raindeers in the back garden and a full squad of elves around the house.

Her need to nest and create a suitable, lovely environment for her family and the hosting of their sons is out of proportion, but sweet as hell.

She does a lot of charity work with Athelstan, and around Christmas, they both go crazy on social events.

She is also the Queen of Homemade. Homemade Christmas decorations and presents, such as knitted jumpers, scarves, socks purposely ugly. Homemade food, she generally loves to cook and bake but around Christmas, Aslaug goes nuts. She hates the catering organised by Lagertha but never says anything about it.

Her favourite things are giving joy to others and spreading love, besides literally EVERYTHING ELSE.

Rollo Lothbrok:

He is exactly like his brother on this. He LOVES Christmas and he is NOT afraid to show it.

Living in another country with his wife Gisla means that is the only time a year he comes back home and sees the family, besides those times that his nephews come up to see him.

He is a competitive man, so also Christmas becomes a competition. He wants to give the best, personal presents to everyone, to let them know he cares. It goes without saying that during the presents shopping, he would totally fight you to get the last thing on the shelf if needed.

He is an honourable guest. He is the first to arrive, the first to get drunk and then the last to leave. Never missing to be grateful for being invited, being given food and the comfort of a home to stay in. He is the greatest with the kids, keeping them as entertained as Floki would, but don't call him nanny or her will... Just burst into laughter with his arms full of everyone babies (even the bigger ones).

He will definitely force the family to play Monopoly or other stupid board/cards games, and it goes without saying that he would also force everyone to watch his favourite movie (How the Grinch Stole Christmas) either on Xmas Eve or Xmas day.

His favourite things are the anticipation of it all while packing to leave for the holidays, connecting his family to Ragnar's family, making sure Gisla and his kids don't forget his love and affection and of course EVERYTHING ELSE.

Princess Gisla:

She is a Princess, which means she is not really used to the love and affection, celebration and chaos that celebrating Christmas with the Lothbrok's means. (She also doesn't think the other side of Rollo's family likes her.)

She likes Christmas, but just the religious side of it. Which is one of the reasons why the only person she really likes from the other side of the family is Athelstan.

She tries her best always to impress the people around her, so convinced to be an outsider, with her accent, different lifestyle and stuff, not to notice that she is as welcome as anyone else. Aslaug, for example, really likes her.

She always brings a piece of their home decoration over and puts it up somewhere in their room. And she likes when Aslaug let her cook something typical of her own home country to bring to the table.

Her favourite things are Christmas Carols and Carolers, waking up between Rollo's arms on Christmas morning, and her husband and kids' smiles.

Bjorn Ironside:

He doesn't like Christmas.

He doesn't like reuniting with the family and being surrounded by the Christmas spirit.

Which is why, most of the time, especially in the last few years, Bjorn uses the months of November, December and January to travel around the world with his best friend Halfdan. They like to visit countries in the southern hemisphere just to skip through Winter. It happened that his brothers would sometimes follow him in his travels.

The only thing he likes about Christmas, his own words, is Die Hard.

If he happens to be around the family for Christmas, then you can bet he will eat all the food, drink to no end and argue with his little brothers. He would also have a new girlfriend to present to the family.

His favourite things are the travel agencies Christmas deals.

Ubbe Ragnarsson:

He loves to celebrate Christmas.

He likes to go Christmas shopping with his mother, to help Lagertha organise stuff, to spend time with his father and with his brothers, even with Ivar. He even enjoys helping Athelstan with his churchy, charity things.

As much as spending quality time with the family, he enjoys going to party and Xmas festivals, clubs and whatever activity with his brother Hvitserk throughout December.

Of course, he does all his Christmas shopping last minute, literally, on the 22nd, 23rd and 24th. He is convinced that doing so is better, even if it's always a matter of organisation. Besides this, he is really good with presents even ignoring the presents lists given by the others.

With Rollo, he would definitely force people to play board games. And as his uncles (Rollo and Floki, of course), he loves to look after the younger kids.

His favourite things are the celebrations and the parties, getting drunk with Hvitserk and singing Christmas songs in the middle of the night all around the city, and drinking hot cocoa with Aslaug after a long day spent around shops.

Hvitserk Ragnarrson:

Exactly like his brother Ubbe, he loves to celebrate Christmas.

Throughout the whole December he makes a point to spend more time with his family and friends. Particularly, he enjoys cooking with his mother and stay for dinner and going fishing with Ragnar. As Ubbe, he does his best to help Lagertha with the organisations, as much as she let him.

He is also the one who drags Ubbe to parties all around town. Because for Hvitserk having fun and be a party animal is also as important. Celebrating, for him, means also that.

He loves Aslaug's cooking. He loves food in general. And to drink. So, clearly, he is the one who enjoys the feast the most and always have to have a nap afterwords.

He is the best at guessing games. Not as much at boards games but he is still competitive enough to play anything.

His favorite things are odd baubles, receiving Xmas cards (not as much writing them), dressing up as Santa Claus for the youngest kids, watching Home Alone for the twelve-thousandth time with his brothers, and blast Fairytail Of New York song all over the place with no shame.

Sigurd Snake in the Eye:

He doesn't like Christmas or spending time with the whole family.

He is a very busy man now, probably a famous musician too, so he spends all his time either working on his music, being on tour or working with other musicians. He would say "talent doesn't stop to celebrate".

He generally misses out on the Christmas Eve dinner, or on the Christmas day lunch... But sometimes he'll make an appearance on Boxing Day, even if just for a quick drink because even someone like him cares a little.

He doesn't make presents, he truly doesn't have time for them.

He would never ask or assume to deserve any, but always enjoys when his mother prepares him a bag with leftovers from the meals. Of course, he doesn't show it and act like such a thing disgusts him.

His favourite things are not much. But if he releases a Christmas theme song around Christmas people loses their minds.

Ivar the Boneless:

He will never admit it, but he secretly loves Christmas.

He likes to spend time with his parents and brothers, he even likes to help Athelstan with his charity events, even if often Ivar's take on charity is too... Aggressive, and for the love and wellbeing of Aslaug, he even makes an effort with Lagertha.

He takes Aslaug everywhere through the Christmas period. It's his favourite thing. Shopping, choosing the tree, to the grocery shop, to the cinema. He and his mother have a specific routine and lovely, little rituals all around December mostly composed of spending a lot of time together on dates.

Sometimes he joins Hvitserk and Ubbe at their parties. And sometimes he would even enjoy himself.

He won't make Christmas presents to anyone but Aslaug, Hvitserk and Floki, but he definitely expects them.

His favourite things are the snow, spending time with his favourite people, mulled wine and orange flavoured chocolate/hot chocolate, not being angry all the time, going to see the Christmas lights with his father.

GUEST STARS

Floki & Helga:

They love Christmas.

Since the beginning of times, they always spent it with Ragnar's family, to the point now their traditions are mixed with one another. Helga is always present to help Lagertha or Aslaug, while Floki spends most of his time either with Ragnar or his sons. Floki even tries to be helpful with Athelstan - this mostly means he tries his best to stay out of Athelstan's way.

They don't have a big family of their own, so of course, they invest all their love, affection, time and resources to show how much they care for Ragnar's family.

Floki is the one who brings all the booze for the celebration days. While Helga is the one who cooks the breakfasts throughout the days and often offers to help to tidy and clean around.

They do like spending time together, and when they are not invested in the Lothbrok's big celebrations, they can be found walking around town hand in hand looking through windows, wondering about life, stopping by a cafe to have a hot drink and a piece of cake (to share of course) and just do all those things that make them look like a happy couple in a Christmas movie.

Their favourite things are their family.

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asongofstarkandtargaryen · 2 years

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The writer of the series knew that Rollo x Gisla was the it couple of Vikings and that's why he created Canute x Emma.

#Vikings #vikings valhalla #canute x emma #rollo x gisla #emma of normandy #king Canute #rollo #princess gisla

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fictionalmenplz · 7 months

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Never In A Thousand Years

Summary: Camille and Ivar arrive in Kattegat, Ivar is angry with Camille, a feast is hosted in the long room and Camille receives interesting news from Ivar's previous lover.

This is gonna be a slow burn sort of sorryyy 😁

Warnings: violence, anger

Chapter 2

Gisla was crying, spitting curses at the pagan men who loaded my items onto the boat. I couldn't help but laugh a little despite my confusing thoughts concerning Ivar.

I have gone much farther with men than I have with him, all we did was kiss for a few minutes and then he storms off, most men that I kiss beg to be able to stay the night with me, not run away.

I decided that I would not ask the reason, maybe he was saving our first time for our marriage night? Still that would not explain why he had been so rude, pushing me away and huffing like an angry bull...

Gisla wrapped her arms around me once more, "do not let them ruin your heart dear sister!" She wept, tears streaming down her perfect face and Rollo eventually pulled her away.

I did not hug my father, I told him goodbye and that I wished to never see his face again. Ivar, now standing beside me with his crutches, placed a hesitant hand on my bicep and guided me carefully onto the dock.

He stepped into the boat first, then held out his hand, not meeting my eyes as his other hand went to my hip as I hopped down into the boat. It creaked under the weight of the many men aboard, most of which were taking seats behind oars and glaring or smirking up at me.

I stuck next to Ivar and his hand found my bicep again, pulling me to the back end of the ship. There were animal pelts laid down and the back walls went up higher as they peaked to form a spike which resembled a sea creatures tail, similar to the beasts head at the front.

I watched as Ivar removed his own cloak adorned in pelts and hung it over my shoulders, tying it so it should stay in place. "Won't you be cold?" I started before he turned around.

He looked back at me, looking in my eyes for the first time since last night and then shaking his head. Instead of turning to leave again he waved at the pelts, "Sit, we are leaving now and I want my bride to be comfortable."

"Only if you sit with me, I want the same for you." I replied and he sighed, glancing at the big pole in the center of the boat where one of his brothers stood watching. He nodded his head, muttering fine and then we sat.

I folded my legs next to me, leaning my back on his shoulder, he tensed, taking a deep breath through his nose. We remained like that for the rest of the trip, eventually I fell asleep, curled up in his cloak that did not fit me well due to the size difference between he and I.

The sound of cheering and clapping caused me to open my eyes, looking around almost afraid as I forgot where I was, my eyes landed on Ivar, who was still behind me. His eyes were narrowed and I stood up, looking around as the boat was tied to the dock.

There were many people waiting for us, Lagertha, the most famous shield maiden, Hvitserk, and two blonde women standing next to Lagertha. Bjorn Ironside lept off the boat, enveloping his mother into a tight hug. His wife Torvi followed him, then Ubbe.

Ivar struggled to pull himself up with his braced legs, denying the hand I held out and taking it with his left hand once he was fully balanced. He held his crutch in his right hand and I followed him off the boat.

His hand found its way to my hip, his thumb hanging dangerously close to the lower of my navel. I carefully stepped off the ramp, taking Ivar's bicep and letting him introduce me to the Queen of Kattegat.

Lagertha held out her arms, pulling me into a hug, forcing me to release Ivar's arm. "Welcome princess." She said warmly, pulling away and placing my arm in hers as we walked down the dock.

My eyes widened as she spoke my tongue, "How much have you learned?" I asked with a faint smile, she frowned, shrugging and looking at Ivar. Ivar glared at her, his nostrils flared as he translated through gritted teeth.

Before Lagertha could come up with a response Ivar was pulling me through the parting crowd, suffering through his limp. "Ivar where are you taking me?" I whispered into his ear.

"We are going to our home." He replied, glancing back at me. He took me through the town until we reached a larger hut, he swung open the door, pulling me in front of him, almost making me trip onto the hardwood floor.

As I stumbled in and regained my balance, I turned and glared at him. "What is wrong with you!" I shouted, he grunted in response while shaking his head he walked over to his dresser.

I had tried to keep my temper, one of the only things I was actually good at, and this man was ruining my streak of calmness. I took deep breaths through my nose, pinching my eyes shut as I turned and sat on the bed.

I heard him rummaging through his drawers, "Answer me you heathen." I snapped again, he whipped his head around, glaring down at me on the bed and his nostrils flared once more.

My expression dropped and I cast my eyes to the floor, giving up once more on trying to talk to him. Just like the other night when I attempted to help him as he left my chambers.

"You know nothing. You are just a spoiled little girl, raised in a palace." He shouted, almost to himself but obviously directed towards me. "You can't get your way with one man, and you act like you are better than everyone."

My eyebrows lowered in confusion and I stood, "You think I wanted to be with you? A cripple?" I screamed, my face burning bright with embarrassment for actually wanting to feel something for him.

His expression dropped as well, and he swiftly made his way over to me, he grabbed my jaw, angling my face upwards so it was inches from his. My red cheeks deepened and I looked into his eyes desperately.

His thumb dug into my jaw, my face puffed from his hand and my eyes started to well with tears because of how angry I was. He stared in my eyes, his own eyes started to tint a light pink.

"You do not, talk to me like that." My hand gripped his wrist, my other dug into his neck to try and push him away but I was not strong enough. "You are just as I said you are."

"Until you prove me wrong, you are just my useless wife from now on." With those bitter words he pushed me away and grabbed something from the dresser.

"You will put this on, and we will walk to the long room together." He carefully laid a dress on the bed, staring at it for a second before leaving the one room to another through a blanketed door.

The dress was cream colored, and it looked as if the bottom was altered to be shorter. There were intricate designs and beaded patterns over the breast and hips of the dress, it was very beautiful.

I changed quickly, turning to a mirror that looked much too nice and furnished for a Viking village, they must have taken it from England. I watched myself from all angles, looking over my figure in the snug cream dress.

I began to wonder why this ill tempered man would have such beautiful dresses in his home. Perhaps he had a previous lover, that passed and he honored her by keeping her belongings?

I moved away from the mirror, scanning over the items that decorated this Norse home; runes, tapestries, and various weapons spread around the one room. I did notice there were three other doors, also covered by blankets like the one Ivar had disappeared to.

I peered through one of the doors, it was focused around one table. I only noticed one chair, does he eat his meals alone? There were herbs and other earthy foods strung up on the ceiling next to a window, or what looked like a window. They had no glass here in Kattegat.

I dropped the blanket, turning to the other door and opening it for my view. It was dark but I could make out a small cot next to a wall and many animal hides and skins were scattered or hung up.

Why would he have two beds in his home? I assume this smaller room with the cot was made for me, he is probably disgusted by me. Maybe he already knew I would be ugly or an unpleasant wife and planned for a dark bedroom where he wouldn't have to see me at night.

"What are you doing?" A voice said from behind, I gasped, jumping as I spun around to find Ivar mere inches away from me. He stood shirtless, holding his crutch in one arm and a tunic in the other.

"Forgive me, Ivar." I said quickly, "I was only exploring." I added and he sighed, his eyes flicking all over my face and landing on my lips, then quickly back up to my eyes.

"We are leaving now." He said and pulled the tunic over his head, straightening his braids and holding out his arm which I cautiously took. He pushed open the door with his crutch, which I was just now realizing had a knife at the end of it. Ivar said earlier that we were leaving for the "long room", whatever that is.

My hand rested on his bicep, even through the rough leather of his tunic I could feel the muscle and my mind finally registered that I had just seen him shirtless only moments before.

He had tattoos over his chest like dragons and they spread to his shoulders, most likely over his back as well. His chest and torso were well defined and the lighting had cast shadows over his abdominal muscles in a way that flattered him perfectly.

I furrowed my eyebrows, scolding myself for ever letting my father order me around and making me marry a Norse man. The only other person here who spoke my language was Ivar, it is possible that someone else had learned but I doubt it.

Others were mingling inside the long room, laughing with each other and slamming curved horns filled with ale together in celebration. My grip on Ivar's bicep tightened as he limped his way to the back of the room near Lagertha who was perched on her throne with her lover Astrid next to her.

Ivar sat on the bench, carefully swinging his stiff legs over it and laying his crutch on the ground. I sat next to him, still wary of his mood. His eyebrows were furrowed as he glanced past me at Lagertha, only causing me more confusion.

A woman sat across me, she had bright blonde hair, I recognized her from the docks, Ubbe had kissed her, she must be Margretthe, Ubbe's wife. She smiled warmly at me, glancing at the angry man next to me.

I smiled back, "Come." She said in broken french and grasped my hand, pulling me to my feet and away from my future husband to a dark spot in the room. She cornered me so her back was to the people.

"What is it?" I asked confusedly and she waved over an older man, he did not look Norse, more like a traveler like the one Ragnar had brought to Paris. He had an eerie smile on his face.

"she has something she wants to tell you about Ivar the boneless." He said in a perfect accent, looking at Margretthe and she leaned up and whispered in his ear.

She giggled as she backed away, glancing over he shoulder and I looked past her as well, only to see Ivar glaring at her. "She wishes to inform you that you will not be able to conceive children while you are with Ivar." He said in a hushed tone.

I glared up at him, "What do you mean? He is a man, is he not?" I asked and he shrugged, "He is boneless, so much that it affected his," he pointed downward and my eyes angled more in anger.

"I do not like what you are saying, it is untrue." I spat at Margretthe who was told by the translator what I had said. She put her hands up in defense, saying something in Norse and walking away.

I sat back down next to Ivar who watched me expectantly, his eyes narrowed as if he expected me to tell him something. "What did that whore tell you." He said also hushed, I shook my head.

"Nothing Ivar," I did not want to upset him anymore than I have. "You must tell me." He said, leaning in and breathing heavily through his nose.

#vikings #norse mythology #pagan #ragnar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar x reader #midieval

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