4: I can do it

Characters: Ivar and Ubba

Warning: evil thoughts, fire

Words: 1058

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He stared into the fire and thought how close he had come to death. Sigurd's face appeared in the flames, even though he was sitting across the great hall with Hvitserk. "I've been thinking about it," Sigurd's words echoed in his head. He narrowed his eyes as the flame taunted him. "Here," said Ubba, tapping him on the shoulder, with a drinking horn, "Drink this and tell me what happened." Ivar took the drinking horn and briefly looked into Ubba's blue eyes before looking back into the flame, but Sigurd's face had disappeared.

"It's so insignificant, that it's not worth talking about." Ubba nodded curtly and sat down next to him, the two were in the royal hall, but sat well away from the others. Ivar's eyes wandered briefly to Sigurd, who was sitting on a bench talking to Hvitserk. Ubba watched him, Ivar noticed his eyes on his skin. "I can see the way you look at him, Ivar. I can't help you if you don't tell me.” Ivar wrinkled his nose before looking back at Ubba. He didn't know what to make of Ubba, he always seemed to be trying to keep his brothers together.

"I told you, it wasn't worth mentioning. That's a waste of time" - "I also saw how you looked on the boat. Why didn't you come out? Why were you and Sigurd soaked?” - “Oh, so many questions, big brother”, said Ivar and grinned cheekily. "Always so curious, why don't you ask Sigurd?" - "I did that." Ivar wrinkled his nose again and licked his upper lip before taking a sip from the drinking horn and looking at Sigurd, who was sitting at the other end, and laughed. Of course, you have Ubba, how I would like to know what he said to you and what he left out – thought Ivar, narrowing his eyes as the strong liquid ran down his throat.

"Ivar, it's important that we get this sorted out. I don't want us to fall apart.” - Ivar grinned again and put the horn to his lips, but didn't drink before pointing his finger at Ubba. "It happened a long time ago. I'm surprised, big brother, that what happened to me means so much to you." He looked Ubba in the eye for a long time, and it seemed as if Ubba had to think about it for a long time: "That's not true, Ivar, you know that also. I love you and I love my other brothers.” Ivar laughed again and threw the rest of the drink in his face, which he always did when he thought Ubba's speech was nonsensical. His anger grew inside him.

"Another lie, Ubba, how many times have you left me here and gone with my brothers without taking me with you?" Meanwhile, Ubba was wiping his face dry with his coat and had put on an annoyed face, "Or how often, do you prefer one of the brothers. With really everything. I would like to come along and learn how men use a sword and axe, how to throw an axe, or use a bow and arrow," he said angrily, Ubba didn't interrupt him and just looked at him, with wide eyes. When Ivar finished, he threw the drinking horn behind him, the rumble was so loud, that Sigurd and Hvitserk turned to face them both, but Ivar kept his eye on Ubba." You know why," Ubba said softly, giving a quick nod to his other brothers. He wanted to stay alone with Ivar, Ivar realized that, he just didn't know why "Your illness doesn't make it possible. And mother would be angry if anything happened to you. You'll break a bone if you just stand up." Ivar laughed again and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Take me with you, next time take me with you, and I'll show you, what I can do" - "Ivar, you haven't even had an ax in your hand before." Ivar bit his tongue and shook his head. "I've learned a lot," he leaned closer to Ubba, which made him wince a little. And although Ivar didn't want to admit it, he really liked the way his big brother showed fear. "Floki taught me more than you think. I can do it" Ubba narrowed his eyes slightly and then nodded, "Okay, I'll take you with me, on a day when your eyes aren't that blue. However, if I have the feeling that this isn't for you, it stays with the one time, understand?" Ivar was satisfied and sat up straight again. "Okay," he said and gave Ubba a friendly grin. He will see what I can do and maybe even more scared - he thought to himself and grinned even wider, He saw how Ubba was suspicious and let it be.

"Now let's talk........" - "No" Ivar said sternly and angrily. His gaze returned to the flames, snaking wildly around the wood. His mind wandered, and he wondered what he could do with those flames, how fast would a roost burn? "He told me a few things, and yet I'd like to get your perspective. It's important, Ivar. I can't imagine that you voluntarily...... Ivar, are you even listening to me? IVAR?” Ubba was getting louder and louder, and Ivar realized that he had put a hand on his shoulder and was now starting to shake him. He was snapped out of his fiery thoughts, where Sigurd was burning, and looked at Ubba in surprise. "It's really important to me. You are important to me, never let anyone tell you anything else.”

Ivar looked at Ubba in astonishment, those were the first friendly words in months. "I'll kill him," Ivar said quietly before looking back into the flames, he heard Ubba start breathing heavily "No, Ivar, stop thinking or saying such things. This is crazy and scares me" Ivar saw, how Ubba looked from him to Sigurd and back. Ivar grinned,“Oh Ubba, that was a joke. That was just a joke, what are you thinking? That I kill my own brother?” he said, smiling kindly, he saw Ubba's eyes narrow as Ivar's blue eyes rested on Sigurd. I was just kidding... just kidding - he thought to himself, and the corners of his mouth slowly twisted into an evil grin. Sigurd's frightened look turned to a challenged one at the sight of Ivar.

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Truth or Dare

Pairing: ivar x reader

Word count: 1101

Warnings: ivar being insecure, drinking, brief mentions of sex, kissing

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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,”

Hello !

How are you doing?

Could you make a one shot where your the ragnarsons little sister ( your 5 yrs old and ragnar and a witches daughter ) and they don't know you exist but you come with bjorn from a raid and you meet them andyou just capture everyones heart .

And you give hope to the people of kattegat because you are a powefull witch and they think you are a god

Maybe they find out your powers when you save someone from death with your powers?

Thank you!

Oh my god, I love that idea!! Sorry that it took me sooo long to write this, but here it is now!! ^^ I kinda changed it a bit, hopefully you don't mind too much!! :)

The lost daughter

Brother!Ragnarssons x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sigurd being a dick, Angst?

Words: 2.414 (think this one's my longest story!!)

Emotions were all she ever knew. Bad ones, painful ones. She didn't understand why she felt them so intense, whenever something happened. People usually got hurt very badly if she got upset. A little girl that could kill people in the most torturous way possible, without even having to move a single finger or having the thought in mind.

The town she lived in always said that her "witch" of a mother was the reason behind this cursed child. They tried hurting her but she ran, she ran straight into a group of men. No not just men, women were there too. Women she couldn't help but stare at. None of the people in her town looked like them.

Her town was called Wessex, rumors were that in the earlier years, vikings have already been there, even had a deal with the great king Ecgberht. But that was years ago, way before the little girl was even born.

The man in front of the group smirked slightly before he leaned down to her height. "Now who might you be? You wouldn't know where a witch named Meredith lives, would you?" The man studied her features, each one identical to her mothers, except the ocean blue eyes. A feature left from her father.

Taking a step back she tripped over her own leg only to be caught by the man in front of her. He wore his hair in a braid and his beard was longer than she ever saw anyone wear. His eyes didn't hold any danger in them, maybe curiosity, but nothing she had to be scared of. Calming her nerves slightly she stood up straight again.

"witch?" She tilted her head confused, not understanding what that word really meant, only hearing it when someone insulted her mother. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. "My momma was no witch! She was a healer and helped lots of people!" Pushing away from him, she heard something snap behind the man.

A man holding his arm, which was twisted in a weird angle. The man was screaming in pain as his legs twisted as well, painfully bringing him to his death. It took the little girl some time to snap out of her emotions and look over to the man, only to gasp at the state of the man.

Covering her eyes quickly with her hands she turned away, a quiet sob escaping her. The other men gasped in fear, she had to be blessed by the gods they thought. "By the gods it is true!" The man with the braid laughed and pulled her into his chest. "You are coming home with us, little one. Bet you want to meet your family!" Peeking through her fingers she nervously chewed her lip. She wasn't sure if she could trust him, but her momma once told her a story about a man she could always trust if he ever came to her. A man named Ragnar Lothbrok.

The man, who was carrying her, didn't look exactly how her mother explained, but his icy blue eyes reminded her of him. "Are you Ragnar Lothbrok?" Her voice came out in a whisper as she held onto him. A laugh rumbled in his chest as he put her down on the boat. "I am his son, Björn Ironside. My father and I were often here in Wessex, he met a woman, a healer he used to tease by calling her a witch, they shared a bed and later on rumors spread, that she was with his child. You. I am your brother, we're going to Kattegat, our fathers home. Our home."

Confusion settled in the little girls chest, she didn't fully believe him, but somehow she thought she could trust him. The hope of having a family battling the fear of getting killed or worse.

They traveled for months on no end, the little witch started to enjoy the sea. She learned many things thanks to her brother. The gods became her favorite topic, next to her having four more brothers back at home. Giggling she ran over to Björn. "Brother! When will we arrive?" Excitement settled in her bones as she held onto his hand, looking up to him with wide eyes. Björn couldn't help but smile slightly at how excited she was. "We will arrive soon, look."

When she looked into the distant she saw land becoming bigger, they were close, just about to reach it. She was nervous, he had warned her about how different each brother is, but she was excited. Excited to see a family she longed for. Excited for a land that would also belong to her in some way.

As they arrived she was nervous, people looked at her weirdly, making her scared that she might hurt someone. Björn was walking in the front with her, three men waiting for them in a big hall. The girl had already heard a lot about them and could easily tell who each one of them was. But one wasn't here, she was disappointed.

The men looked at Björn confused. "Welcome home, brother. I see you did not return alone, who is that child?" Ubbe smiled slightly walking up to them. "She's our sister. Father laid with a woman from Wessex, she was a healer I got to know her a bit." The little girl started fidgeting with her hands, trying to release some of her stress. Ubbes eyes found hers, she could only see kindness in them.

A chuckle came from where the other two stood, the blonde man laughing at how ridicules this sounded. "Be serious, brother. You couldn't possibly believe something that stupid." Sigurd was being gruesome, looking at the child in disgust at how her clothes looked. She was no child of Ragnar for him. she didn't look like one either. Sneering he gave her one last glare as he walked away.

Biting her lip she looked to the ground, counting the seconds and minutes so she could calm down. A sigh came from the other three men. Hvitserk slowly made his way towards her kneeling down so he was her height. A smile forming on his face as he studied her eyes, the blue reminding him of his little brother. Even the white in her eyes was a little blue.

„Looks like Ironsides is telling the truth.“. A grin spread on Hvitserk face as he stood up straight. Soon there was a clicking sound to be heard. Ivar came into the great hall, wondering what all the noise is about, having only heard parts of it. „Gods would you just keep it down, Hvitserk.“

Fear settled in her stomach, she was terrified of meeting Ivar ever since Björn told her all the stories about him. When her eyes finally met his she couldn't help but flinch. His eyes matched hers the most. They were almost identical and a giddy smile formed on her face, before she could stop herself. With him it was the clearest that he was her brother. "I heard Sigurd whine about our brother having found some bastard child from father, that couldn't seriously be his..."

Ivar leaned down towards the little girl, tilting his head slightly, inspecting her, before grinning like a lunatic. "But as I see she looks more like a child of Ragnar than he does." Hvitserk laughed and Ubbe couldn't help but grin a little at Ivars statement. All of them were nervous for his reaction, since he was the hardest to please, but somehow her eyes made him realize it the quickest.

The little girl couldn't believe how easy they all accepted her and included her in everything. Everyone except Sigurd. He spread the rumors of her having some powers, but instead of making the people be disgusted of her they started admiring her, bringing her brothers gifts for her. Every person in Kattegat thought she was a god. How couldn't she be? A child of the great Ragnar Lothbrok, it was about time one of them had to become a god.

Even her brothers sometimes believed it, but they also soon learned that her power held a lot of danger. Ivar was the first to notice that her eyes, like his, told in what situation her powers would be. If they were blue in the whites, then it was dangerous for her to interact with a lot of people meaning, keeping her with Ubbe and Hvits would be the wisest decision. Of course they trusted Ivar with her, but most of the times Ivar himself was somewhat worried about upsetting her too much.

On her good days she would walk with her crippled brother through the market, helping him get things and later on hearing about all the adventures he went on. She wouldn't tell but she did like him the best, since he understood her the most. Ubbe was a close second. Björn left for another raid soon after he brought her to the others, which sandend her the most was that he didn't even say goodbye.

She loved her brothers very much, even Sigurd. Ivar was very protective of her when it came to him. He was never allowed too close to her or to be alone with her. It was rare that Ivar cared that much, but he knew how cruel Sigurd could be if he wanted to, and he didn't want her to go through the same things he himself went through.

During a feast late at night she sat with her brothers, giggling and laughing as Hvitserk told her the funniest stories and Torvi braiding her hair, she felt whole. Ivar was sitting in the throne looking over the people, seeing how they looked at his sister in fear, he liked that they feared her even if they thought she was a god, but he also knew how it upset her that they avoided her at all costs when she was close.

Sigurd hated everything about her actually being treated like all of his brothers, like an actual child of Ragnar even though Ragnar himself never even knew her. On this particular night he drank one too many cups of ale and his company wouldn't stop talking about how great her powers are and how she was the hope for the people in Kattegat. The hate he felt for Ivar was nothing compared to the hate he felt for her. It made him see red, he got up and walked straight up to her as she was wandering around the hall, looking at different things.

Ivar was watching her carefully, making sure nothing could happen. Sigurd grabbed her arm forcefully making her stop and turn towards him, a gasps escaped her. Looking up to him she gave him an excited smile. "Brother! Are you enjoying the feast? Ubbe said I may not try the ale yet because-" But he interrupted her by grabbing her face hard and squishing her cheeks together. "I am not your brother! Neither are they!" He pointed to were Ubbe and Hvitserk were laughing together. "Just because Ragnar laid with some bitch in Wessex doesn't make you anything to us! Oh and Ivar? He's playing his own games, he only keeps you around so that you can help him archive the power he wants!" A smirk was on Sigurds face as he watched how tears streamed down her cheeks and how her lip quivered.

Sadly for him he did not notice the blue of her eyes and how she was further away from the others, to calm her powers. One might think that the ax hitting him in the back was her, but people tend to forget how hotheaded Ivar the boneless was, now that he seemed calm compared to his sister. Ivar couldn't help it and threw the ax, hearing his brothers harsh and hurtful words, making him not realize what he was doing as his hand found the weapon.

Ivar didn't mean to kill his brother, panic spread in his chest as he quickly limped over to the two of them. The little girls eyes were wide and still filled with unshed tears as she did her best to keep Sigurd upright. Of course she was upset with him, but he was still her beloved brother, even if he didn't see himself that way.

The hall quieted down quickly. Hvitserk and Ubbe were quick to join their siblings helping the girl to carefully lay down their brother. Both shot daggers with their eyes at Ivar, who was slightly trembling, scared to have actually killed him. Ubbe tried to pull her away from Sigurd, not wanting her to see so much blood at such a young age, not caring about viking tradition at this point. This was her brother dying, she shouldn't see him like that.

But she had other plans. As if it was instinct, she pulled away from Ubbes hold and pulled the ax out of Sigurds abdomen. Her hands covering in blood as she pressed them onto the open wound applying as much pressure as she can before closing her eyes, saying a quiet prayer to the gods. Repeating the prayer over and over again in barely a whisper her eyes shot open, the blue now seeming like it glowed, making the men around her flinch slightly.

They all saw the wound healing. It healed quickly, way quicker than anything else and her eyes soon stopped glowing as the wound was completely gone and Sigurs eyes snapped open. The little girls eyes closed slowly as she released him from her grip and dropped exhausted to the ground, making Hvitserk quickly catched her head, before it hit the floor, picking her fully up. All of them were silent for a moment as they listened to Sigurds heavy breathing.

None of them could believe how blessed they were, having a sister as strong as her. It didn't matter to them if she was a god or a simple witch blessed by them. All that mattered to them was that she was safe and taken care of. She was so young with such great power. A power she needed help with, a power that they all had to tame with her. But it was alright, if that's what it takes for her to feel loved and needed.

The Ragnarssons could not hide the fact that their sister was the reason they all connected fully again. She truly was a blessing from the all father.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! :)

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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.

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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.

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Halfdan the Black / Original Character(s)

Marks ** - anon requested/drabble, Halfdan does not share and he is willing to let everyone know.

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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

I can’t let you go

Pairing : Ragnar X Reader 

Warnings :  flirting 

Words : 615 

English is not my first language 

Summary : The village of Y/N, which is a little further from Kattegat, is attacked by bandits, she leaves to find refuge in Kattegat and meets Ragnar. 

You arrive in Kattegat, tired from the long walk, your younger brother on your back and the other one by your side. The rest of the villagers who have managed to escape follow you. You attract the attention of the people of Kattegat. Even though your body can no longer follow you, you find the courage to ask where you can find the one who runs Kattegat. Someone takes your brother on his back and puts him on the ground and takes you to the leader. You had already heard in your village that the person who runs Kattegat is called Ragnar, but you didn't know any more because you weren't interested. When you enter the room, a lot of people are there. As you walk a little further on, you hear a voice.

"What can I do for you? » "I'm sorry to disturb you but our village was attacked a few days ago by bandits, we had to flee, unfortunately many people died" you answer him. "I'm sorry for your village, I'll send scouts to catch the bandits" said Ragnar as he rose from his throne, you see him approaching you. "Are these your children? " he asked. "No, they are my little brothers" Ragnar comes even closer to you. His blue eyes make you uncomfortable. "I suppose you haven't eaten for a few days, I suggest you settle down and we'll bring you something to eat, sit down, make yourself at home" Ragnar takes Y/N's hand and puts her at the table. 

You hadn't eaten so well for a very long time, you look at your brothers who are still eating, a huge smile appears on your face. You notice that Ragnar is looking at you very carefully from his throne while his wife Aslaug is talking to him. A few minutes later, a maid comes to tell you that Ragnar would like to talk to you to find out more about the bandits who attacked your village. She takes you to another room. No one in the room, you look around you. "Did the bandits have scars? " Ragnar comes out of the shadows to face Y/N. "you scared me, uh, yeah, they had it on their face." "mmh okay, don't worry we'll find them and we'll make them pay for what they've done to your village" Ragnar touches your face, you step back. "Thank you, do you need any further information? " Ragnar nods his head and says no. You are ready to go back to your brothers but a hand grabs your arm. 

"Please stay" Ragnar nods back to you. You look into his eyes, you don't know what you are doing, you are so under his charm.  

"You have a wife, I can't." "It was her who gave me her consent, she saw how I looked at you, you are so beautiful, your hair is long and beautiful, I've been crazy about you since you entered the throne room, I can't let you go" Ragnar puts a hand on your face, his warm hand provokes a feeling of even stronger desire. He brings his lips close to yours. You kiss each other without even letting yourself breathe, desire is stronger than anything else.

From: Ivar

Author’s note: Hello! I’m here again writing for fun and hoping it’s good. Again, English it’s not my first language so if you find something Grammarly wrong just tell me and I’ll correct it. I’m less confident with this writing than when I wrote From: Ragnar, I tried my best to imagine what Ivar’s words would be, what would be his feelings, and I’m not sure I did it. It would make really happy if you leave a comment saying what you think is good and/or what I could change to make it better. Hope someone likes it! 😊

Summary: What if Ivar couldn’t bear the guilt for killing Sigurd? What would Ivar say to his older brother?

Words: 750

Warnings: maybe angst I’m not sure…

Gif’s credit: @kiwimidnight​

From: Ivar

To: Sigurd

Dear Sigurd,

Yes, I'm addressing you as dear, and don't even think in start complaining, you're my dear Sigurd and I'm not being ironic now. I swear.

I suppose you don't want to see, talk, or listen to me. I completely understand it. Who would like to do it with the person that threw an ax in their heart?

Whatever you think of me, I started this because guilt is eating me alive.

I know doesn't matter what I say you probably won't believe any of my words, but I need to get this weight out of my shoulders and heart.

I must start by saying that I've always been jealous of you and our brothers.

Yeah, you can laugh all you want, but it's true and I can't change it.

I've always been jealous of you all. Jealous because you could walk, you could run, you could swim, you could play with other children and they never ran away from you. People have never pitied you, they’ve never thought you should be left to the wolves because for them you didn’t stand a chance in their world.

Especially, I’ve always been jealous because women didn't look at you like you were a monster or like they were disgusted by looking at a worm crawling on the dirty...

So, as much as I understand you all blame mother and me for not giving attention to you three when we were children, I want you to know that all I really wished was to run with you among trees while mother was taking care of the city.

I've always needed to prove myself to the people of Kattegat, prove to them that I was worthy of being a son of Ragnar. But to do it I’ve needed to do twice the effort you and our brothers needed.

If you had to train until you couldn't breathe, I had to do it even if I was not breathing anymore. If you couldn't lift your arms because of the weight of your sword or ax, I couldn't have this privilege because if I couldn't use my arms to come back home I would feel humiliated being carried around like a baby.

While you could spend all your days between training, seducing women, and festivities a big amount of mine would be feeling a scrutinizing pain on my legs and would be stuck on my bed for days looking at the ceiling and didn’t matter how long I waited or how much I tried to ignore, the pain would never go away. It is my oldest and only friend that I feel all the time… either in my legs or in my heart.

This was the reason why I wanted Margrethe because I craved to prove to you, to our brothers, to her, and to all of Kattegat that I could do everything you all do, I wanted to prove that I was able to do everything and nothing would stay on my way.

I was angry... I was and I still am angry, always and always, all the time... Can you even imagine living like this?

So... When you insulted me in front of all those warriors... I had to stop you... I had to make you stop talking that vicious words... And the only way I could think... was killing you...

It was the worst mistake I did in my life and I regret it... I really do...

But... Why did you need to say all of that? Why you treated me like this for all these years? Just because I ‘stole’ mother? You had the love of so many people... I just had her...

When we were young you teased me all the time like I hadn't had enough of it from other people. You were my brother and treated me less than a pig... I craved to play with you and the other children… but nobody wanted a crippled friend… you didn’t even make a little effort to hide you didn’t want a crippled brother…

Although I now understand your attitudes towards me, I'm still recovering from the wounds and scars you left in my heart.

I hope when we meet in Valhalla our wounds are completely healed, and you are ready to accept my apologies and that we can finally be brothers for real.

I'm sorry Sigurd... For everything I did and everything I didn’t, like understanding your feelings...

From your little grumpy brother, Ivar.

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Broken promises (Ubbe x Reader)

A/N: I wrote half of this in a night train from Berlin to Vienna, so I’m sorry if this is worse than usual. I wanted to write for Ubbe so bad (my sweet wolf deserves more love) and at first this was going to be all fluff and love. Of course, this turned to be something else. Sorry, my brain works this way. I had always written Ivar things and he is a really complex character to write, so I didn’t really know how to write Ubbe. I don’t think this is a very good work but I want to post it because I literally spent too many hours writing it, I needed someone to read it. I had planned a second part, but that is if you like it, of course. I really hope you enjoy this at least a bit, and thank you so much for reading!♥️

Warnings: This was painful for me to write, and I probably wrote Ubbe really bad, so I’m sorry, I’ll work on it. Also, there are some mentions of sex, a broken heart and a bit of Ivar mocking you.

Words: 3050 I think I got a bit carried away, sorry about this

Part 2  

English its not my first language and I wrote this half asleep so please forgive me for any mistakes I had.

gif isn’t mine

The day started with a beautiful sun brighting in the sky. It was warm, at least as warm as Kattegat could be during the spring. For you, it was perfect. It was the best day ever. A few days before, your father gave to you your first sword. You always had dreamed of becoming a shieldmaiden and fight alongside the men, on the shield wall. You wished to be like Lagertha, being capable of protecting yourself, a strong and independent woman. And, after begging for years to your father, he finally asked the blacksmith to forge a new sword for you, thin but lethal. It was the most beautiful sword you had ever seen, and when you hold it for the first time it felt like it was another part of your body. And you were too eager to start learning you even asked your best friend to help you. Ubbe wasn't entirely happy with your decision of becoming a shieldmaiden. He thought it was too dangerous and was afraid you could get hurt. But nevertheless, he agreed to train you. He didn't trust his brothers near you and he knew you would find someone else who would help you. He preferred to be the one training you so he would be sure you were not harmed. Ubbe had been your best friend since both of you were children. You met each other when he defended you from some boys who were picking on you for playing with a wooden sword. After that, and although he was a bit older than you, you had been inseparable. And, since then, you saved his ass far more times than he saved yours. That day, you were supposed to meet at the training ground he had with his brothers, early in the morning. And you got there in time, but Ubbe didn't. You waited for him for hours, until the sun hide behind some dark clouds and the air started to get chilly. Soon, it started raining. Your thin clothes, perfect for training and suitable for the good weather that had been present half of the day got soaked, making you shiver. As you ran back to Kattegat, you started to get worried. Had something bad happened? Maybe Ivar had broke a bone, or he had another big fight with Sigurd and Ubbe had to intervene, maybe Hvitserk got in trouble again for sleeping with someone's wife or daughter and Ubbe was busy trying to save his neck. Maybe he had to help Björn with something, being the eldest son of Ragnar and Aslaug, he was often required in important meetings and had to assist his mother and half-brother. Ubbe couldn't forget about this, it was too important for me. You finally reached the Great Hall. Ivar was there, a knife in his hands while he crafted some tafl pieces, sitting on his father's throne. Somewhere, you could hear Sigurd's oud, but there was no sign of Ubbe. Ivar looked at you, raising a brow. "Are you looking for someone?" He asked without stopping his work. "Where's Ubbe?" "Oh" Ivar smiled a bit "He's in his chambers" he answered "But I wouldn't go there" You furrowed your brows. Was Ubbe sick? He had only gotten sick twice in his life, and the last time he swore he was dying although it was just a small fever. Both times, he didn't let anyone enter his chambers, except for the healer. "Why not?" You asked again, crossing your arms. You were starting to get really annoyed. Ivar rolled his eyes, as if he thought you were the most annoying person he had ever met. "He's busy" his blue eyes were brighting with malice. "Oh, is he helping Björn with something?" "Look, just go and see it for yourself" he told you, now done with your questions "And leave me alone, I have enough with Sigurd playing his stupid music" You rolled your eyes, used to Ivar's constant bad mood, and started walking towards Ubbe's chambers, grabbing a towel from a chair to try and dry your hair a bit. When you got close enough to his door, you started hearing some strange noises. Was that a grunt? Maybe he was actually sick and in pain. You didn't even bothered knocking, you never had to knock as Ubbe always knew it was you. And that was a mistake. "Ubbe? Ivar told me you were here, are you oka..." You couldn't finish the sentence because what you saw left you speechless. Yeah, Ubbe was on his chambers, and yeah, he was grunting, but he wasn't sick. He was in his bed with some blonde girl. Ubbe cursed out loud, and the girl screamed, trying to cover herself with the furs. "Y/N! Gods" he sighed "You really should learn how to knock" You were furious. He wasn't sick, he wasn't helping any of his brothers, he wasn't helping his mother. He stood you up because he was too busy fucking some girl. You clenched your jaw, trying not to cry but with some tears already gathering in the corners of your eyes. You wanted to yell at him, to punch him on his beautiful face until he bleed, to cry and to punish that girl for stealing your best friend. But you didn't do that. You throw the towel to him with all of your strength, and looked at him with rage. "You are a fucking idiot, Ubbe" And then you stepped out of the room, closing the door and walking straight to the exit. You needed some air. Ivar raised his head when he heard you passing by, and smiled wickedly. "I told you he was busy" "Fuck off, Ivar" you yelled, not bothering to look at him. You even heard his chuckle when you stepped out of the hall. It had stopped raining, some people were getting back to work although the ground was wet and muddy. You shivered, the air was chilly and your clothes and hair were still soaked. You walked down the street, trying to hide your sobs, until you reached an empty barn and entered it, needing some time alone. A fun fact about Kattegat: you never had time alone. When someone else entered the barn while you cried, sitting on the floor and hugging your knees against your chest, you almost yelled in frustration. "Y/N?" You stopped your sobs almost immediately, too surprised to hear Sigurd's voice. "Sigurd?" You dried your tears with your hand "What are you doing here?" "I heard some noise in Ubbe's chambers and then I heard Ivar mocking you, I imagined you caught Ubbe with Margrethe in bed and maybe you needed some comfort" he offered you a small smile, leaving you even more confused. You were best friends with Ubbe, and a really good friend to Hvitserk and Ivar tolerated you enough to let you stay in his presence for more than half an hour, but Sigurd never seemed too interested in you or in your friendship. You thought he didn't even like you. "I... Yeah, I caught him but..." You bit your lip, feeling betrayed and hurt "I am upset because he promised me he would help me learn how to fight, and we were supposed to meet this morning on the training ground, but he didn't come, and when I went looking for him he was there in bed with that girl" you practically sobbed the last sentence, hiding your face against your knees to prevent Sigurd from seeing you cry. "Oh" Sigurd furrowed his brow "That girl is Margrethe, she is a slave, Ubbe has been bedding her for a few weeks" So that's where he went when he disappeared for hours. You realized then it wasn't the first time Ubbe stood you up so he could fuck around with some slave. Something tightened in your chest, and you had to take a deep breath so you wouldn't start crying again. Sigurd got closer to you with a kind smile, sitting down next to you. "I thought you were like this because you were in love with Ubbe" You turned your head to look at him so fast you almost hurt your neck. "What? No!" Sigurd looked at you with an eyebrow raised. "I mean..." You sighed, closing your eyes and resting your back against the wall of the barn "I'm not in love with Ubbe, he's my friend and I'm annoyed that he ignored me and all of that" Sigurd seemed amused with your response. "Yeah, well, you are more than annoyed, Y/N, and everyone in Kattegat knows about your feelings for my brother, so don't try to deny it" You looked away. Were you in love with Ubbe? It was true that you loved his blue eyes, and his laugh was your favorite sound, and well, his smile could lighten up your day, and you longed to hear his husky and deep voice calling your name. Maybe you felt some things when he hugged you, and maybe you enjoyed it when he teased you about your height (as he was much taller than you and seemed to find very amusing those moments when you had to ask for help to reach some things). Maybe what you felt when you saw him with that slave had something to do with the fact that you could never look at other men and find them attractive enough. Maybe you were in love with him. "Even if I was in love with him" you replied, blushing furiously "It wouldn't matter, Sigurd, he's a prince, a son of Ragnar, and I'm the daughter of a trader, he will marry a princess or the daughter of some Earl and I will have to marry whoever my father seems fit, or, if I am lucky enough, I might become a shieldmaiden and fight on the shield wall". Sigurd seemed surprised by your answer, as if he was expecting you to deny your feelings and keep crying. "I'll tell you a secret" he rested his back against the wooden wall of the barn "I'm a son of Ragnar, too, a prince like my older brother, am I not?" He looked at your eyes "Well, I'm in love with a slave" You looked at him in disbelief. What happened with the slaves in Kattegat that seemed to be irresistible for the sons of Ragnar?. "That slave is the same one who was in Ubbe's room, Margrethe" he explained "I'm in love with her since I slept with her for the first time, and she's a slave... What I am trying to say, Y/N, is that you're very important for Ubbe, and no one cares if you're not a princess or if your father does not own any lands" You still couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Sigurd, I can't just go and tell my best friend that I'm in love with him, even if he does not care about my social status!" There it was, you said it out loud and somehow that made it even more real. You were in love with Ubbe. Sigurd just smiled at you. "I'm just saying that you don't have any excuses, if you want to tell him, do it; Ubbe it's not Ivar, he won't mock you, and maybe he feels the same". Then he stood up and left the barn, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

When you went back home it was dark already, the sun had disappeared and the full moon was almost completely hidden by some clouds. Luckily, your house was near the Great Hall and the barn where you had been hidden for hours, thinking about your recently discovered feelings for Ubbe. But the last thing you expected when you opened the door was to find Ubbe sitting next to your father and drinking some mead with him. Your father loved Ubbe, not only because he was your best friend and the prince, but because he was the only one of the brothers that, in your father's opinion, could be trusted near a young woman. If only he knew. When you entered the house, Ubbe stood up from his chair, looking at you. "Y/N, prince Ubbe was looking for you, where were you?" Your father narrowed his eyes, and you were sure you'd have to later listen to him  talking about how it was not polite to make a prince wait. "Sorry, I was... Busy" you bit your lip, blushing when you noticed Ubbe staring at you "Do you need anything, my prince?" You might just realized you were in love with him, but that didn't change the fact that he stood you up. "I wanted to talk to you, Y/N" his voice making you shiver "Alone" You opened the door, walking out of your house again and waiting for him to join you in your way to the beach. Neither of you said a word until you got near the water and you sat down on the cold sand, still not looking at him. "I... I really don't understand why you are so angry at me" he said, breaking the silence "I was just... Having fun" "Really, Ubbe?" You glared at him, annoyed at his words "Well, while you were having fun, I was all alone on the training ground, waiting for you to come and help me with my training, as you promised" The darkness around you hid it, but Ubbe's face went pale when he remembered the promise he made to you a few days ago, when you father give you your first sword. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, Y/N" he covered his face with his large hands "I didn't remember, I..." "You forgot, you forgot about me and preferred to spend the day in bed with some slave, and yet you say you don't know why I am so angry" you were trying not to cry so hard you even had to bit your tongue "It was really important for me, Ubbe" "I'm so sorry, Y/N, I truly am, forgive me, I will help you train everyday, but please forgive me, I will tell Hvitserk, and we will train you until you become the most famous shieldmaiden ever" he sat down next to you "I promise" You looked at him, your eyes full of tears. "You already promised me something, Ubbe" you looked away, incapable of looking him straight on his eyes. "I'm sorry" he muttered, biting his lip. You could see in his eyes he really meant it. "Do you love her?" You asked, your voice broken and some tears rolling down you cheeks. Ubbe's heart sank when he heard you, he couldn't stand seeing you cry. "Who?" "That slave, Margrethe" He seemed confused by your question. Did that even matter? Why did you bring up Margrethe? It was true she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and maybe he had thought about freeing her and marrying her, but with his father's return and Hvitserk's upcoming journey to the Mediterranean with Björn he had been too busy to think more about it. "I don't know, I like her" he shrugged, still not knowing why you were interested in that "She's beautiful, I enjoy her company" "Yeah, of course you do" you rolled your eyes. "What is the matter? I get it, you're angry at me because I forgot our plans, but why are you now talking about Margrethe?" "Because I..." You growled in frustration. How could you explain to him that the fact that he preferred to spend his time with another woman hurt you without telling him you were in love with him? "I already apologized, Y/N, I won't forgot about you anymore, I'm sorry" "It's not that, Ubbe!" You yelled, annoyed at yourself for being so stupid and falling for your best friend "I forgive you okay? We can train another day, it doesn't matter" He was silent for a few moments, not knowing what to say. "Then what happens, Y/N? What is the matter?" You closed your eyes. You had to do something. You never had any secrets with Ubbe, you always told him everything. And you couldn't keep this to yourself. Before he could insist and ask you again, you turned around to face him. Ubbe looked at you with his big, blue eyes that made you weak at the knees, surprised. And, before he could open his mouth to speak, you leaned in and kissed him. You had to support yourself on his broad shoulders, pressing your lips against his and closing your eyes, afraid of his reaction. The kiss was short, his hands went to your waist with surprise, but he didn't close his eyes. When you broke the kiss, the tears were falling down your cheeks, and you got away from him, angry at yourself and hurt. Angry because you didn't think before acting and kissed him following your instincts, and hurt because he didn't kiss you back. Your hand went to your mouth. You couldn't believe you just ruined your friendship. Ubbe was speechless. He stared at you with wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened. "I'm sorry" you muttered, biting your lip "I..." "Y/N" He shook his head "I don't... You are like my little sister"  he closed his eyes "I can't do this, I'm sorry" And then he left, leaving you alone, crying and cursing yourself for being so stupid. Ubbe walked to the Great Hall, clenching his jaw and with his heart broken. Leaving you there crying hurt him more than he would have ever imagined, but he couldn't look at your eyes and tell you he didn't feel the same. Oh, he felt like an idiot. And he hated himself for hurting you. But you were his best friend, his sister, you were the most amazing human being he had ever met. He couldn't kiss you back, pretend he wanted you that way and then forget about it in the morning. No, you didn't deserve that. His eyes caught a blonde woman working near the Great Hall. Margrethe was still finishing up her work for the day, but Ubbe needed an immediate distraction.

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It’s Been Arranged

A/N: I swear that I started this piece before I ever saw Aquaman. This story is supposed to be heavily Little Mermaid inspired.

Between this world and the one below, there was no union. Sigurd knew that the most as the son of the great Ragnar Lothbrok who stepped out upon land and waged war upon the kings above. The weight of his mighty trident rocked the surface whenever Ragnar launched it and now, he felt the ramifications of his father setting waging the first war upon the landwalkers.

“Is it heavy?” You lay upon his chest, cooing in the powdery soft way only you could. Above the grainy beach, the moon brightens the night’s sky. Sigurd’s sheer webbed fingertips dance over your smooth skin, tickling the small of your back. Sigurd reaches out toward the metal trident, plucking up and swirling it in the air. It cuts the air with a mighty swish.

“For you?” He huffs, puffing proudly. “Probably.”

“You’re such a show off, Sigurd.” You tickle a blonde curl upon his chest, it’s light wave drying in the salty beach air. It has long since gotten late. For this escapade it had to be-- after all, if it had not been, your father may have become wiser to what would be going on.

“I have to be.” He teases. “If I weren’t, life would walk all over me. Especially your father, mm?”

You chuckle at the thought. Sigurd Snake in the Eye… being walked on by anyone was foreign to you. Yet so was the thought that your father would give into Sigurd’s impossible stubbornness when he had one of his own and a damn good reason to be.

“I wish I could be so brazen.” You say laying over his lukewarm body in a mess of the prince’s very essence that slides from your cunt, evidence of his love. “Or fight what I do not like, like you.”

“Isn’t it not brazen to come out and see me every night?” He asks without a beat to be skipped. Under the cover of the night’s sky and a round moon it was easy to come out and see him every night.

“It… it is defiance.” You attempt to reason, heart pounding. As a mer, he was in tune with the hearts of many, many things. He could see straight through the front you attempt to raise, curling his fingers through your hair in order to cup the back of your head and pull you to him in confidence.

“Defiance of what, exactly?” He searches your face for his answer. Your hands shake with jitters, but you trust him. Sigurd never let you estray before. You draw in a few deep breaths as if the salty air will still the ice that has sealed over the folds your vocal cords.

“I…”

“Tell me, princess.” Your name rolls like the smoothest of your silken ball gowns, the brightness of his eyes lightening the mood. Your eyes settle on his full lips and anxiously you comb your fingers through his small blond strands of hair.

“Father… well… I’ve been trying to tell you since we met.” You start.

“Go on.” He says. “Don’t be afraid.”

“My marriage… it’s… it’s been arranged all my life. Father is going to send me away soon to marry King Harald Finehair. I have to.”

With the weight of the world crushing over his shoulders, he slumps back into the sand void of the life he previously had. Just the thought left his heart crushing into his gut. Somehow-- and he doesn’t know how, he reasons it to be his fault. It had been more than a year now. A year of stuffing your body with his sticky seed when the pricks of his cock caught you tight. According to his logic, if his seed could just stick, this wouldn’t be happening.

And now, you were about to be taken from him.

“Sig?” Your voice shakes him back to his current reality. Sigurd purses his lips, plopping you off of his chest to sit up. His scales feel dry and flaky-- a sure fire sign that it was time to return back to the sea whence he came. He hops up to stand, swaying a little more to one side than another as he dips down, fisting his hand around his trident. There was no point in being angry with you.

“Sigs please don’t go…” You leap forward. His breath comes out shaky and hard to match the pounding of a dozen crazed seahorses. Then he can hear Ivar’s distant laugh, booming in a demented crescendo. Sigurd runs his hands past his golden and gathered blond braids. Before him the water begins to draw back, curling up into a violent crashing wave at his very feet. Your marriage was arranged. You were getting married. To another man. Anothermananothermananothermananother--

“Sigs, please.”

It’s best to leave him alone.

“What do you want?” He snaps, commanding your hands back off of him. He spins back around with his stare as firm as the weapon in his hands. He shifts closer as if to admonish you and yes, you know why.

“I want you to talk to me Sigurd.” Your eyes widen into discs. He can see why. Moments ago he was claiming that you might be able to tell him anything. Now his thoughts were racing-- he was certain what you were thinking.

“You want me to talk?” He pulls himself out from his beloved water where his beloved pet Luna awaited him. He takes a step forward to invade any personal space that he might look at you with full confidence. “Fine. Let’s talk, (Y/N). Let us start with how you lied to me knowing how I would feel. How I would never accept another man in your life!”

“But I didn’t!” Your breath hitches. “I never wanted to marry him!”

“Were you planning on telling me now? Or on your wedding day when you could accommodate time for me?” He says, narrowing his gaze. “Tell him all about the fucking fish-cock you’ve had, right? Label it exotic sex.”

When the words leave his lips, he knows its a mistake. You weren’t that type of woman-- you would never fuck him for that sort of relationship. In the heat of the moment however, there is a sickening gratification that takes him over when you sob for him to come back

“You know that I meant to tell you, Sigurd! I would never lead you along!”

Sigurd scoffs, throwing his head back.

“Yet you have.”

He says, and with that, he turns back to the vast ocean. The waves lapse behind his feet as he seemingly absorbs into the ocean as one leaving you naked and alone on the shore. The only memory of his presence is the cum still leaking down your thighs.

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3: Now I know it

Characters: Ivar und Sigurd

Warning: Betrayal, Bad Words, Water, Shortness of Breath

Words: 1985

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"Hey, Ivar" it came from a boat, Ivar had just arrived at the port, he wanted to watch the ships go. His father wanted to travel to new countries again, He want to Wish him Good Luck. But now he searched the boats with his blue eyes. He had recognized his brother Sigurd's voice, but could not find him. "Here you blind cripple," Sigurd called, jumping off a small boat near the jetty. Ivar grimaced briefly when he heard the insult, but he vowed not to react to it today. He crawled over to his brother, leaned against the boat and tapped the wood. "Nice boat, where are you going?" he asked, looking at the other three boys, who were loading the boat and getting it ready. "We want to go fishing, mother said we should all learn it" - "Ah, poor Sigurd, then you can't play your instrument at all and what are women supposed to do, without your music, which sounds like you would a cat peel off the fur.”

Ivar grinned when he saw that he had hit his brother, with his words, he didn't want to do it today, yes, but he couldn't help it either, after all Sigurd had started it. Sigurd came up to him and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, Ivar was pulled well away from the boat, his greaves digging slightly into the wet sand. But Ivar just laughed in his brother's face. "You'll lose your laughter, little brother," Sigurd said through clenched teeth and looked briefly at the boat before his eyes met Ivar's again. "Do you want to come with me?", he asked, happily played and let him go. Ivar knew that Sigurd was only nice to him, when he was up to something, but being on a boat, even if it was just a small fishing boat, filled him with curiosity. "You want to take me with you?" - "Of course, you're my little brother" - "That's a trick" - "Where are you thinking Ivar?" asked Sigurd and threw a fishing net into the boat. He came up to Ivar and squatted down in front of him, "Come on, or are you scared?" - "I'm not scared" Ivar said and tried as best he could to hide his fear of the water.

He was always afraid of falling in the water, he would sink like a stone, and he knew it. Sigurd grinned as Ivar averted his gaze from the gentle swell of the water and looked at him again. "Come on, I'm with you and nothing will happen to you." That's what scared Ivar, he wasn't afraid of his brother, but he also knew that Sigurd would embarrass him wherever he could. "Or are you not a real man? Can't even sit on a boat? Let alone lie with a woman and...." - "Shut up, that's a lie..." Ivar screamed, his blue eyes blazing with anger and when he looked around briefly, he noticed that many eyes were on him. Sigurd's friends just laughed and Sigurd raised his hands, "Then prove it to me, come with me." Ivar looked around again for a moment, but everyone continued on their way, nobody seemed to be surprised about the two brothers anymore.

Ivar took a deep breath, he didn't want to, he was too scared, but he couldn't let it sit on him either. "What are we waiting for then?", he said and saw the smug grin on Sigurd's face, who now looked at his friends "Then, bring him in, my friends" he said and pointed to Ivar "I can do it alone" he said proudly, crawled to the boat and heaved himself over, he landed roughly and not really gracefully in the boat, and he got quite a bit of laughter from the other boys too. But Sigurd, Sigurd, just looked at him with a look that Ivar couldn't place. "This is Kjell, Hamar and Ole, maybe you know the three, yes," he said and picked up a fishing net and wrapped it up. Two of the boys Ivar didn't know got out and pushed the small boat onto the water. The boat rocked as it hit the water, and the two boys jumped in.

Ivar no longer paid any attention to his brother, he unconsciously clung to the wood and looked at the water crashing against the boat. "Maybe we'll catch a big fish today" - "Yes, a stinky one" the boys started talking and laughing, but Ivar was deep in his thoughts. "You are not like all Ivar, you are better" - "But I also want to explore new lands one day, with my own ships" - "You can Ivar, but remember that you will never swim, you can't learn either, you need your legs for that" His mother's face appeared on the surface of the water for a brief moment "You'll do something much bigger for that, my son" - "And what's it, mom?" - "I'll tell you, when you are bigger my little darling and now go to sleep”, the image of Aslaug disappeared, and he was startled from his thoughts, when the boat started to sway wildly and the water splashed on his face.

Ivar saw to his brother, who was standing on one side of the boat and one of his friends on the other, they were jumping up and down and rocking the boat on purpose, while looking at him and laughing nastily. "What are you doing, brother," he yelled, and now his body went into total spasm as he tried to hold on to the wood. Some water spilled over and soaked his clothes. "What is Ivar? we're just kidding, nothing can happen" Sigurd laughed and yelled at the same time. Ivar couldn't look up anymore, he only looked at his knees and hoped that it would soon be over. "Look Ivar, how far out we are, there is nobody here, nobody who can help you." Ivar took a deep breath and tried to pull himself together, not to give in to fear. "No Aslaug, no Floki, no Ubba, nobody, just me and my friends, look Ivar look."

Ivar became nauseous, his face turned pale, but he looked at his brother, with an angry look. "Let that be" he said out of breath. Sigurd approached him, but his place was taken by Hamer. "What's the matter Ivar, are you scared after all? Are you afraid of the water and that as a Viking?” Sigurd laughed and looked at his friends, Ivar gritted his teeth and now grabbed Sigurd by the collar. Both started fighting in the boat. Ivar lay on top of his brother and kept hitting him, even when blood came out of his nose, he didn't stop. But Sigurd hit too, and Ivars eyebrow split open. Ivar's blood spattered onto Sigurd's face and mixed with his. Ivar saw it very clearly, and for a moment the brothers just looked at each other. A moment of silence and as Ivar closed his eyes, he felt Sigurd pick him up and throw him overboard, the cold water enveloping him and when he opened his eyes he saw the blurred faces above him. Sigurd was standing up there on the boat, his face cold as ice, blood covering his face. The others were leaning forward and laughing as they watched as Ivar desperately tried to get to the surface of the water. But he didn't succeed, his legs were stiff and pulled him down more and more.

The air was getting tight, he put his hands around his throat and tried as best, not to breathe in. For a brief moment he saw his brothers Ubba and Hvitserk, his mother Aslaug and his father. But there were those wonderful moments, with Floki, the tree, which the stairs snaked around, or on the wing, before his vision went black, he saw the blade of grass, with a kink and no roots. He Tried to breath in and water fills His Lungs. Ivar woke up again as a deep breath drew water from his lungs and he spat it out on the boat beside him. His brother was sitting next to him, his clothes were wet. But he didn't look relieved. "Look at that, now we really caught a sticky big fish," Hamar said, and everyone laughed, even Sigurd. "Let's go home, today we're not catching anything better, and I'm cold," nodded to his friends and they headed towards the Kattegat. "You saved me," Ivar said breathlessly, the wet clothes and the cold making him shiver. "Of course, mother would kill me if something happened to her darling." He looked briefly at his friends, then he came closer to Ivar. "But I've thought about it," he whispered in his ear, grinning evilly as he walked away and helped his friends.

Ivar tried to hide his angry face and pulled the hood over his head. He wrapped his wet coat around his body and hoped his feet would soon find solid ground again. From today, he will fear the water even more than before, he knew that. He just watched the water the whole trip, he didn't say anything, he didn't think anything. Ivar was just freezing, and his pale face was now also adorned with blue lips. This time, Sigurd and his friends stopped right at the jetty, and they jumped out of the boat, which made it rock again, causing Ivar to panic, but he didn't want to show anything and clawed his fingers around the wood again. When they tied the boat, they left, leaving Ivar on the boat. "Brother," Ivar shouted, raising his hands, "You made it into the boat, then you can make it out, on your own" he said, laughing, and walked away with his friends. Ivar looked after him angrily, suppressing the words he would have liked to shout out. I can do it, he thought and wanted to go to the other side of the boat, but when the boat started to sway even slightly, he was so panicked, that he couldn't move anymore.

He wrapped his cloak around himself again and looked at the house in front of him, it was evening and nobody was to be seen. The water lapped softly against the boat's timbers, driving him insane. But it also got him lost in his thoughts. "I don't trust my brother's, Floki" - "And maybe that's a good thing" - "What do you mean?" - "I've heard a lot of stories about betrayal, also between brothers" - "Yes, I have that too, but that's not what I mean" - "You think they would kill you?" - "No, not Ubba and not Hvitserk, I can't imagine that" - "And Sigurd?" - "I don't know, there's something in his eyes" - "Ivar, let me tell you something. You're only 8 years old, but it's important to be able to read people, it's true, it's not easy. And maybe you're not always right with your guess. There are people who want to harm you and would do anything for you to trust them. Always assume that even the person who loves you can cheat” - “What do you mean by that, Floki?” - “You will know one day, it will take time, and you will be cheated many times. But one day you will know it.”

The cold wind brushed Ivar's face and his whole body shook so badly, that he felt the boat shake. "Now I know it, now I know it," he said softly, and his blue eyes fixed on a black raven on the shore that was barely visible. "Now I know it" His gaze fell on a human shape slowly approaching the boat. It took a while before he recognized his brother Ubba. "Sigurd said you're probably still here. Shall I help you” Ubba said quietly and looked him up and down. "If you don't tell anyone" - "I won't." Ubba whispered and smiled sympathetically at him.

End

Foolish

Ubbe Ragnarsson x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2079 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Ubbe coming back to York all beat up and bloody (S5E3)

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You should have expected he’d leave.

With tensions between the sons of Ragnar steadily rising since the death of Sigurd, it should have been the first thing on your mind but it wasn’t.

Somehow, you’d allowed yourself to believe that everything was going to work out.

It was foolish.

You could see that now.

After all, Ubbe and Hvitserk had just dragged themselves back to York in miserable shape, practically dripping blood on their boots, which certainly hadn’t happened within the walls.

“What happened to you?” you sighed, immediately taking an inventory of both their wounds, and ignoring the impending threat of what would happen when Ivar heard the noise of what they’d done.

It certainly wasn’t going to go over well.

“I hoped for peace” Ubbe allowed, his voice little more than a soft whisper, quickly replaced by a wince when your hand graced his swollen cheek.

It looked awful.

Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to apologize for hurting him. It wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t acted so rashly in the first place.

He was just lucky to be alive.

“There is no peace to be had with them Ubbe, you know that” you tutted, shooting Hvitserk a single glance over his shoulder to try and figure out how they could have come to this decision.

Surely they were smarter than this.

You, and everyone else, were well aware of what the Saxon army was capable of and just because you’d managed to get them on the ropes didn’t mean anything.

If you ever wanted to live here in peace, they needed to be defeated on the battlefield.

Words had no hope of producing the results you needed.

In any other circumstances, you were sure Ubbe would agree.  This little stunt was nothing more than an act to prove he was more capable of leading the army than his brother.

A fact that you had never doubted until now.

“I don’t believe that” he huffed back, but shut his mouth again when he caught the look you shot him out of the corner of his eye. Given his current state, Ubbe was sure he wasn’t doing himself any favors.

He wasn’t convincing anyone with his temple split and oozing.

“I fear what it would take to convince you” you only muttered back, dabbing at the blood on his cheek with the fabric of your sleeve before eventually deciding it was useless.

The damage they’d done was too great to just be wiped away in one go. Then, without wasting another moment, you switched your attention to the younger of the two, searching his face for any kind of detrimental injury.

For the most part, they were battered with Ubbe having been dealt more flesh wounds than anything else, but that didn’t really lessen your displeasure with them.

If anything, it made it worse.

They risked their lives for nothing.

“You mustn’t let your brother lead you into such dangerous things, Hvitserk” you scolded, a small smile of reassurance blooming on your face as you looked him over.

Of all your lover’s siblings, you had always had a soft spot for the gentle male, and you found it hard to believe he would allow himself to stumble into such a foolish situation.

You expected him to know better, if no one else would.

“He wanted to prove himself a man” he whispered back, doing his best to match your caring nature as you scanned his face, tilting his jaw with the back of his hand to check his flesh.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to have taken as much of a beating as Ubbe had which brought you some element of peace.

As much as you wished he hadn’t gotten hurt, some part of you felt as if it served him right for going in half cocked on such an underdeveloped plan.

“Yes, I’m sure that’s it” you hummed, bumping the older of the two with your free hand in hopes that your light teasing would put him in a better mood.

You were sure that he was hurting, given the beating he’d managed to take, and the sting to his ego was no small matter either but at least they were alive.

He’d come back to you, and for that, you had to be thankful.

Even if he’d choose to gamble with his life and the life of your favorite of his brothers, they were still breathing and that had to count for something.

Not that it would do much to sway Ivar when he got his hands on them.

You couldn’t practically hear his mocking now.

“In the future Ubbe, consider simply asking for what it is you need” you suggested, satisfied that neither man was about to come apart at the seams in front of you, a grin on your face.

He was bound to be the death of you, turning up like that after leaving your bed in the middle of the night.

If this really was about proving how much of a man he was, there were a million other ways to do that and if it wasn't, he’d taken too great a gamble with his life.

For a moment, you considered telling him that, just to drive your point home, but before you could, Ivar summoned them both to the chapel where he’d taken refuge.

That made your words far less compelling, as he was sure to do the scolding for you.

“I’ll tend to that once Ivar is finished with you” you sighed again, realizing that the youngest of Ragnar’s sons was surely going to want to make a point about this whole thing.

It would only strengthen his claim to the Great Army.

After all, no great leader would make such a rash decision without even letting anyone else know where he was going to be, and he certainly wouldn’t take his greatest asset with him.

The whole thing was a disaster.

…and considering the mess you now had to tend to, you weren’t entirely sure Ubbe didn’t deserve at least some of what was coming to him.

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Ubbe was upset when he returned, which didn’t surprise you all that much.

If you could imagine the speech his younger brother had surely given him, you were shocked he’d even come back to you in the first place.

“How did it go?” you wondered, ringing out the linen you’d prepared for him into the basin at your side, only barely taking in his frame as he entered the room.

You didn’t expect it to have gone well.

In fact, you were pretty sure that you’d heard the two yelling at one another at one point from down the hall, but in the matters of Ragnar’s sons, you tried to remain as distant as possible.

They were like a litter of piglets sometimes, squealing and carrying on, back and forth with no end in sight.

No self respecting lady would put herself through that if it could be avoided.

“We’re leaving tomorrow” Ubbe answered back, not even hesitating in his decision as he plopped down on your shared bed, a heavy sigh leaving his lips.

He didn’t want to.

The potential this place had for a farming community was far too great to just give up on but given what had happened with the Saxons to begin with, then the conversation with Ivar, it wasn’t going to happen.

He’d have better luck getting a blind man to see than he would of ever getting Ivar to see things his way.

It would just be better for both of you if you returned to Kattegat and started a new course of action.

There was no place for either of you in York, and he’d been a fool to think that there ever could be.

“And where will we go?” you hummed, setting yourself up in front of him, balancing your weight on the stool you’d dragged over from the table.

Whatever it was he’d gotten in his head, you weren’t going to argue with him outright. If Ubbe truly believed you were better off somewhere else, it was possible he was right, but you weren’t going to just leave because of a petty argument.

“Back to Kattegat, there is no place for us under Ivar’s watch” he explained, doing his best to mask the pain he was feeling better now than he’d done earlier.

It was bad enough that his brother had berated him in front of the entire Great Army, the last thing he needed was you doubting his strength too.

He’d taken a chance, and just because it didn’t work out like he’d thought it would didn’t make it the wrong choice.

It simply wasn't the right time.

There was silence between you both for a moment as you considered his words and the validity they held. Under Ivar’s influence, Ubbe definitely didn’t hold as much power as he would have liked and there was no changing that.

…but you weren’t entirely sure that Kattegat was the place for you either.

After all, the woman who murdered his mother was currently running your home and you weren’t convinced she’d welcome you with open arms either.

“If that’s what you want to do” you eventually muttered, choosing to focus more on the task at hand instead of coming  up with a more eloquent response.

The fact was that wherever he wanted to go, you’d follow the man you loved to the end of the world.

You just wanted him to be sure before he left, because it wasn’t the sort of thing that could be undone once he’d done it.

Ubbe’s face was cut up and swollen, focused mostly around his eye which was no prettier sight but given the alternative, you considered him lucky.

If the Saxons had attempted something like they had, there was no telling what Ivar would have done to them. You couldn’t put it past him to chop the Englishmen into bits and send them home that way, even in your imagination.

Compared to that, you were just glad they weren’t quite as sadistic as Ivar tended to be.

“You did a stupid thing, you know that?” you tutted, surveying the male’s face intently as you dabbed the blood away from the broken skin. If the Gods hadn’t been on his side out there, the Saxon’s would have surely killed him.

Even with the Gods favor, he’d nearly lost his eye.

It could have only been worse.

The boarish man only grunted in response, his eyes closed almost as tightly as his jaw as you cleaned the nasty cuts he’d come home with, a little more harshly than perhaps you needed to.

You needed him to understand that you meant it.

As boundless as your love and loyalty to the man in front of you was, that didn’t mean you were going to go along with him carelessly gambling with his life all the time.

It was serious.

“You must be more careful. I don’t know what I would do if you were killed” you whispered, a new sincerity in your tone that was a welcome sound to Ubbe.

Before now, he was beginning to think that you’d be upset with him forever over this whole mess.

“That isn’t going to happen” he hummed, that dismissive nature peaking through his preoccupied haze in a way that reminded you so candidly of his great father. If you hadn’t been so truly worried, it may have even made you laugh.

Still, you couldn't bring yourself to joke now.

If he hadn’t come back, you would have been lost.

“I’m serious,” Ubbe sighed, reaching up slowly to take your wrist in his hand, stopping your current task of getting the mess he’d made of his face cleaned up for a moment.

He needed you to hear this.

“I don’t intend to go anywhere, anytime soon” he assured, letting you go only once he was content that you’d heard every word he said.

Then, once he’d decided that you believed him, he let go of your hand and forced his mind back to the topic at hand.

If the two of you were going to venture back to Kattegat tomorrow, there was quite a bit to be done, and he’d have to do it all rather quickly.

That meant that, no matter how much you would have preferred it to the brotherly feuding, you couldn’t sit here hiding from the world forever.

Destiny | Part two

Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: heated make out, fluff

Part One

1076 Words

The woods were quiet. Peaceful. They hid their beauty between the tall trees. Her breath was going fast, her smile still on her face, she doesn't think it even left, ever since she saw Ivar. The time went by, waiting for him she begun to feel a worry settle in her stomach. What if he wouldn't show up? She'd look like the biggest fool. 

Hearing the leaves rustle around her she released a breath she didn't know she held. As she looked at the prince she saw him walking with his crutch. A frown was on her face, thinking about how uncomfortable it must be for him to walk with it in the woods. "Good morning, my prince." With a smile she bowed her head down slightly. 

Ivar chuckled softly shaking his head. "Even though I do love how it sounds, coming out of your mouth. Just call me Ivar." A blush crept onto her cheeks as she nodded. "I'll remember that, Ivar." She smiled at how his name left her lips. A small smirk was on his face as he watched her reaction to saying his name. 

"So, why the woods?" As they started walking, her nerves came to an ease. "It's quiet. Not many people come out here and if they do then they don't stare." The lines on his forehead told her that he got stared at a lot. "I wouldn't stare..." She whispered quietly lowering her eyes to the ground. The prince shook his head softly. "But you did, back in the great hall before we talked. You stared at me." 

A deep blush made it's way onto her face. "You saw that?" He nodded slightly, watching her carefully. "I apologize deeply, but it wasn't what you think it was." Ivar was confused. Why should her staring be different, everyone tried to talk themselves out of it, but he was ready to listen to it this time, because it was her trying to talk herself out of it. "I didn't stare, not out of pity, I mean. I thought you were quiet attractive." 

His eyebrows shot up. This changed the situation a lot. A smirk found it's way onto his face as he watched her even more careful this time. "I didn't have any bad intentions or thoughts behind it, I promise." She gave him an apologetic smile. 

Without knowing it she pushed his ego more than what was healthy. "So you thought I was attractive, huh?" The smirk didn't seem to leave her face, holding his head high. The girl lowered her head, secretly liking the teasing tone of his voice. "I did, my prince. After talking with you the feeling deepened." It was her turn to tease him. A soft innocent smile on her face as she stopped to lean against a tree, watching Ivar closely. 

The boy turned to her, looking her up and down. "You're quite the tease, aren't you?" His thoughts of the night before coming back into his mind. "Honestly? No, but I'm happy it's working." She giggled shyly. "It's working wonders..." He whispered walking closer. His eyes not once leaving hers. Again, she felt like she was drowning in his eyes. Drowning in the ocean behind them. His free hand was on her hip as he pushed her up against the tree. A quiet gasp escaping her, only encouraging him to continue. 

The smirk just wouldn't leave his face as he looked down at her. "I'll be sure to tell your brother how I had to look up to you..." Not knowing what to say in the situation the girl thought back to how Sigurd interrupted them the night before. The prince chuckled softly, leaning his forehead against hers. "You're too precious for your own good, love." He kissed her cheek softly. She could feel a burning sensation the moment his lips met her cheek, almost letting another gasp escape her. 

"I should let you go, protect you from myself and save you from being so perfectly ruined by me." He squeezed his eyes shut, almost like he was in pain, his forehead back against hers, letting a sigh escape him. "But I can't. I want to be selfish, have you all to myself." Her hand found his cheek. "Ivar, you can have me." Her voice was sincere, he never felt like he did right now. His heart was beating out of his chest. "No, not that." His face twisted in disgust for a second. "Oh..." She was about to pull her hand back. 

He was quicker, grabbing her wrist and placing a kiss on her palm, placing it back onto his cheek. "I didn't mean it like that. Well, maybe that too, I wouldn't mind laying with you, pretty girl. But I mean being with you. I want to have you in any way." His eyes opened again, looking at her with an intensity, that if she wouldn't have been pushed against the tree, she would've got weak knees. 

His mouth placed kisses everywhere, her neck, her cheek, her forehead, but they wouldn't go near her lips. "I need your answer." His voice was husky as he was torturing her with kiss. "Please, Ivar.." A whimper left her lips and he chuckled darkly shaking his head. "Keep those words for later, just tell me, can I have you in any way I want?" His hand wandered up to her chin, making her look up at him. His thumb pulling her lip down slightly. 

She was trembling at that point, trying to stay strong, so she could tease the young prince, but her self control was getting weak. "Yes! Yes, Ivar, I'll let you have me in any way you want to. Just please-" A loud gasps escaped her, but it barely left her before Ivar kissed her hard, pulling her closer, caressing her cheek. His crutch long forgotten on the floor. His hand grabbing her hip, pushing himself up against the tree in secret as well. As they both needed to breath, he pulled away, keeping his forehead against hers. 

A smirk was on Ivars face as he mentally pictured how shocked Sigurd will be, when he walks into the great hall with his newly found woman by his side. He would marry her, he knew it. That's what he meant with having her in anyway he wants. 

He could already picture them dining with the gods in Valhalla. Gods, how he couldn't wait. 

A Girl Has Needs (Ragnarssons x reader)

So I’ve been sick the past two weeks and when my muse decided to return, this is what she wanted me to write. Honestly, this is probably the silliest thing I’ve ever written, but it made me laugh, so....

This is kind of a sequel to Singing In The Shower but can also be read as a solo one-shot. 

Also, the Ragnarssons are just the sons of Aslaug. No Bjorn. 

Warnings: swearing, implied something at the end (i’ll let you decide), the brothers being ridiculous, Ivar and Sigurd constantly insulting one another, the brothers are flirts, reader is oblivious, a jerk somewhere in the middle

Words:4700

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 "It's too hot out."

 Hvitserk ran a hand over his braids. "Ivar, I swear if you complain one more time about the heat or the sun, we're leaving your ass home next time we come out."

 "He could be a damn vampire for how often he never goes outside. Always playing video games or watching porn." Sigurd said, spinning the plastic spoon between his fingers like a drum stick.

 "That's a fucking lie, you half-brained fuckwad." Ivar glared across the wooden picnic table. 

 You speak up before the two youngest Lothbroks could start clawing at each other's throats. "Ivar and I play board games sometimes or read together or watch movies….so not just video games." You choose not to reference the other activity Sigurd mentioned. 

 "See! At least someone likes me." Ivar laid his head on your shoulder, the tops of his braids tickling your neck. 

 Sigurd snorted and looked further down the boardwalk, watching the many people out in the summer sun. 

 "Alright, enough you two. We're supposed to be out having fun and enjoying summer." Ubbe said, always the peace-maker. 

 You finished off the last from your ice cream cup, licking the spoon clean. By this point you were used to the dynamics of the Lothbrok brothers, even if sometimes it gave you whiplash. 

 You had been roommates with Ubbe and Hvitserk for almost a year and a half now, something you had initially been hesitant for but now could not imagine life without these boys. Ivar was over more often than not, either crashing on the couch or in one of the various bedrooms. More than once, you had come home from work to find Ivar sleeping in your bed, hoarding all your pillows like some kind of territorial cat. Sigurd lived with some friends but had recently begun to drop by more often than just the usual Sunday brother time. Which you definitely appreciated because he was the only one who did not make fun of you for your arachnophobia. So whenever he would come over and there was an issue you needed to be saved from, he would just smile and grab a paper towel, becoming your white knight. 

 Ubbe was your late-night talking buddy, both of you venting about your days or whatever drama your families were trying to drag you into. Somehow over time, you both had created a routine that on Saturday mornings you would get up early together and clean your apartment, listening to music and getting things set up for the rest of the weekend so you could both relax. Hvitserk loved dragging you around town to do various fun things or try new restaurants. If you both were exhausted, he was also your junk food connoisseur and Food Network binging-buddy. If you both liked to quote Gordon Ramsay in terrible British accents to one another, no one needed to know. Besides your neighbors who called the cops one night when they heard Hvitserk yell at you that your squid was so raw he could hear it telling SpongeBob to go fuck itself. But that is beside the point. 

 When you moved in, you had just hoped to get along with the brothers. Now, the four brothers had become your best friends and you loved them all. Each one of them seemed to fill up a space in your heart that you had not known was empty until they entered your life. Over time, you had to strongly execute any kind of crush you had for them. They were your roommates and friends, it could never be more than that. Even if they were all so handsome but….you did mentally question their sanity sometimes. 

 "Hey, two o'clock." Hvitserk whispered from his spot on your right. 

 The four guys looked in the direction, past the boardwalk and along the narrow strip of beach. You peeked through the people walking by, then rolled your eyes at the woman Hvitserk was most likely referring to. A hum of appreciation left Ubbe and Sigurd let out a low whistle. The five of you were supposed to be out getting ice cream from a local favorite shop as a special treat for surviving the Lothbrok summer party that the boys dragged you too. To say the least exciting thing to happen was a screaming match between Aslaug and Ragnar, meanwhile Floki "accidently" set a religious painting on fire that Athelstan had given Ragnar….so yeah, the five of you deserved ice cream and plenty of beer when you got back to the apartment. Of course, this did not stop the boys from ogling. 

 "Right? Look at those legs." Hvitserk murmured. 

 "Eh. Y/n here could pull that bathing suit off way better." Ubbe said, turning back around and giving you a wink. 

 You flushed under his praise, but still wrinkled your rose at him, hoping to hide your reaction. 

 Hvitserk smirked, those green eyes twinkling mischievously from his spot on your right. "Yeah. I still liked that bathing suit from last month. The white one. Damn, your ass looked great."

 "Oh my gods, stop." You shook your head at their teasing, your face heating up with embarrassment.

 Ivar looked around you to his brother on your other side, gaze narrowed and blue eyes hard. "The fuck you talking about? Did you see her in that silky black dress at mother's party? Holy fuck, I thought--"

 "And I'm out." You interrupted as you climbed out of your seat between Ivar and Hvitserk, gathering up their paper cups and spoons. "I'm going to throw away the trash."

 "Y/n….did we embarrass you?" Hvitserk chuckled, reaching out to grab your wrist and most likely pull you back onto the bench seat. 

 You smacked his grabby hands away. "Nope. Just want to clean up our area. Common courtesy and all because we know you heathens won't."

 Bless him, Ubbe was trying to hide his amusement by covering his mouth with his hand, but his grin was still evident and his blue eyes twinkled. "We'll stop….I promise, y/n."

 "I won't." Ivar stated with a casual shrug. "I can't decide if I liked that black dress more or less than that sexy Black Widow costume you wore for Halloween."

 "Oh damn, she did look sexy as hell in that costume! How did I forget that one?" Sigurd exclaimed. 

 "Okay, bye." You rushed away, feeling as if you were about to spontaneously combust into flames. From behind you came the sounds of the brothers' laughter and a few calls of your name but thankfully no one actually followed you. 

 At this point, you should be used to the brothers complimenting and teasing you. They had never felt the need to dilute their compliments before, a few times using far more candor than you ever wanted to know. It was sweet but at the same time made you feel self-conscious. All four of the brothers were gorgeous in their own ways and you had a front row seat to the many women that flocked around them, either due to their last name or their looks. Meanwhile you were just….you. Not ugly but not beautiful. Just you. 

 Over the past few months, you noticed how those compliments came your way more frequently- a quick comment on your hair or clothing, a dazzling statement about your smile or eyes. It was very sweet. You could not help but wonder if they made some kind of pact behind your back about boosting your self-esteem. Something that was not their job to do but gods, did you appreciate their efforts. 

 Something else you noticed over the past few months was how all the brothers had become more….tactile towards you. 

 Ever since the incident where you found them standing around the bathroom as you sang in the shower, and holy hell was that ever awkward and please don't ever let that happen again, and you confessed about how those in your life prior only tore you down. Something between the five of you had shifted. There was not a single moment you could look back on and point it out that it clicked but over time you just happened to notice. The brothers, especially Sigurd, made a point to turn up the music as often as possible and have you sing along. Sometimes on days you could tell Ivar's pain was bad, he would quietly ask you to play with his hair and sing to him. So, you would. 

 More than that, it was the more frequent and lingering hugs, the quick touches on your arms, hips or shoulders as they passed you, how one of them would drag you against them to cuddle whenever something was on the TV. None of it ever made you feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, you had to decapitate a few butterflies that dared to fly around in your belly. You just figured that you had reached a new level of friendship with the brothers, because honestly who else did they have to be as touchy-feely towards? None of them had girlfriends at the moment….or for the past couple of months....but that was none of your business. You were just happy to have them in your life. Even if they embarrassed you often. 

 Moving around a couple pushing an expensive-looking stroller, you tossed the trash away in the garbage bin. Absent-mindedly, you wiped your hands on your shorts, then stopped and glanced down to make sure you had not just stained them. Breathing out a sigh of relief, because chocolate stain crisis averted, you started back towards the table where the brothers seemed to be arguing over something already, when a voice from nearby stopped you. 

 "Hey, pretty lady."

 You stumble, barely catching yourself as you turn around. Surprise flooded you when you see the attractive, shirtless man actually staring at you with a smile on his face. Wow, someone spent way too long shaping that jawline when they were creating him. This seemed like something from a fantasy more than real life. You were almost tempted to pinch yourself to make sure you were awake. "Um, I'm sorry, were you talking to me?"

 "Yeah. You here alone?"

 "Um, no…." You gestured vaguely in the direction of the Lothbrok brothers, watching as his gaze shifted to the brothers and assessed them before returning back to you. 

 Crossing his arms over his chest and making his muscles bulge….which is only slightly distracting….he smirked. "I see. But you clearly ain't with any of them."

 "What's that mean?" You tilted your head to the side, confused. You arrived with them, did he not think you were friends with the guys? 

 "I've seen you sitting with them, but you don't act like any of them are your boyfriend. 'Sides, look at you." He eyed you up and down. "I mean you don't seem…."

 Huh?

 Ohhhhh….

 You straightened, placing your hands on your hips. "What are you trying to say?"

 "No offense but they seem outta your league, y'know?"

 And if that did not feel like a bucket of ice water thrown on you. Whatever prior thoughts you had about the still attractive guy flew out the window. "Oh, really?"

 "Yeah, girl. I mean, you're pretty but you don't seem their type. It looks like you're clearly friends though."

 Was the guy really this dumb? At first you thought he was hitting on you but it seemed to be coming out more as an insult....and he was just standing there smiling at you like you should be thanking him or something for his attention! 

 "Wow." You shook your head, done with this conversation and done with him but you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face before you left. Petty, maybe? 

 "Well, you are right in a sense. I don't act like boyfriend and girlfriend with any of them because technically they aren't."

 He grinned smugly like he was about to win some kind of prize. 

 "They are my harem." 

 His eyes widened to comical proportions and his mouth dropped open as he gaped at you unbelieving. 

 You wiped your hands off on your shorts again as you continued talking. "So yeah, it would be weird to act like only boyfriend and girlfriend with one of them when they are all my boyfriends. Would be really rude, don't you think?"

 "Ummm, well…." His gaze darted towards the brothers then back to you. 

 "Let me tell you, it's not always easy trying to juggle that many boyfriends. But this girl has needs and let me tell you, those men know how to keep this girl very satisfied. Uh huh. All. Night. Long. And then also in the morning if we're feeling like having some extra fun. I do feel bad when I wear them out though."

 Suddenly, you felt someone come up beside you. 

 "You alright, y/n?" Ubbe asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 

 "Yeah, baby. Just having a little chat. Let's head back." You smiled up at Ubbe before looking back to the befuddled man in front of you. "And let me tell you one last thing….I might not be in their league like you said, but I know how to keep my men coming back for more." You slipped your arm around Ubbe's waist and started walking back to the picnic table. 

 The closer you got, the more your face felt like it was on fire. You could feel Ubbe stealing glances at you but you ignored it, too mortified by what had just come out of your mouth. How could you have said all of that? What had come over you? Yeah, that guy was a Class-A jerk but it did not warrant you claiming to have a freaking harem with your guy friends/roommates! Why had the universe not promptly shut you up? And to think Ubbe heard the end of your passionate monologue. Gods, you doubted you would be able to look him in the eye for at least a week! 

 You dropped onto your spot between Hvitserk and Ivar, covering your face with your hands. The weight of four pairs of eyes on you made you want to crawl under the table and hide from them. Not that it would work. One of them would just drag you out from underneath or Ivar would keep lovingly tapping you with his crutch until you appeared. 

 "She okay?" Sigurd asked, a hint of concern in his voice. 

 "Y/n?" Ubbe tried to encourage you. 

 You just shook your head, delayed mortification making you tongue-tied. How could you have called them your harem - YOUR HAREM - like you were some wealthy princess or something. Was that even a thing? Either way, you were ready for the universe to strike you with lighting now. Or swallow you whole. 

 "What the fuck happened?" Ivar snarled from your left, but you instinctively knew his anger was not directed at you. 

 Ubbe sighed, probably rubbing a hand down his face. "I don't know. I'm not sure if that guy was insulting her or hitting on her; but after I walked up, she said something about not being in their league but knowing how to keep her men coming back for more. Oh, and she also called me 'baby'."

 Yep. The ground could swallow you whole at any moment now. Any moment….just waiting...

 "Hold on." Hvitserk said, shifting to fully look at you, tugging gently on one of your hands covering your face. "Why do you get to call Ubbe 'baby'? If he gets a pet name, I want one too!"

 Sigurd helpfully pointed out. "She already calls you 'Serk'."

 "That's not a pet name." Hvitserk pouted, pressed his forehead to your shoulder like a toddler denied a candy.

 "Well if those idiots get a name, I'm definitely getting one." Ivar stated, laying a hand on your lower back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. 

 "You have one. It's 'asshole'." Sigurd sneered. 

 You could feel Ivar shrug. "Yeah, but at least I'm an asshole with class. You're about as interesting as paint drying."

 "Hey! You god‐-" Sigurd started up. 

 Ubbe interrupted. "All of you, shut up." He sighed loudly, probably glaring at Sigurd and Ivar with one of his perfected I-don't-have-time-for-this-shit looks, before reaching across the table and tugging on one of your hands still covering your face. "Hey, wanna explain what was going on with that guy?"

 "Do we need to rough him up?" Hvitserk asked. 

 "Rough him up? What are we, twelve?" Ivar rolled his eyes, shifting his hand to lay on your thigh. "Let's just stab him."

 "Mom said no stabbings, asshat." Sigurd stated, blandly. 

 "She also said no playing music at 2am but we know how well you listened to that, dumb bitch." Ivar sneered back. 

 "Both of you! Shut. Up. Dammit." Ubbe squeezed your hand that he had managed to coax away from your face. "Y/n, please?"

 You slightly shook your head, a small smile on your lips from listening to the brothers bicker. Ubbe squeezed your hand again, almost in a silent pleading. Finally, you murmured, "It's not a big deal. It's really stupid." 

 "Doesn't matter, you're our girl." Ubbe said with a finality that reverberated in your bones. 

 You lowered your other hand, smiling at the four faces looking at you. They were truly your best friends, even if that line did seem to blur lately with how tactile they had become. Not that you truly minded but still. Even now, Ubbe was holding your hand from across the table, Ivar had his hand on your thigh and Hvitserk still had his head on your shoulder. Next to Ubbe, Sigurd was watching you with such fondness and concern it made your stomach clench. What made you so lucky for these sweet, handsome brothers to be concerned about your well-being?

 You squeezed Ubbe's hand back as you looked around the table at them. "You have to promise you won't get mad at me." You nudged Hvitserk off of you so you could look at his face too. 

 "Of course, sweet cheeks. Whatever you need." Sigurd smiled at you. 

 Once all the brothers gave their agreement, you hesitantly began speaking. "Okay, so I was heading back here when that guy stopped me. I think he was trying to hit on me."

 "Why do you think?" Hvitserk questioned. "It's usually pretty obvious when a guy is hitting on a girl."

 "No, that's just you." Ubbe teased. "You have no shame."

 "What? I see what I want and go after it."

 "Focus, idiots." Ivar flatly stated, this thumb rubbing a line on the outside of your thigh. 

 "Um," you tried to start up again but the butterflies in your stomach had turned into pterodactyls and you worried they would somehow escape and gods then you would be on some freaky TV show and no one would ever talk to you. "So….it….it's stupid and doesn't matter. I'm over it. Can we just forget it?"

 "Y/n, love, what happened?" Ubbe encouraged, his patient blue eyes like a warm balm to your frazzled nerves.

 You bit your lip, wondering if you could shove the topic away. Looking at the gazes of the brothers, you know they were not going to let this go, no matter how much you wanted them too. You took a deep breath then spilled out the story, your words almost stumbling into the next in your haste to hurry the hell up. "He said….he asked if I was here alone and I said I was with you guys. But then I think he was asking if I was single because he said clearly I wasn't with any of you guys because it was obvious you're all out of my league…."

 "He said that?" Ivar started to push himself up, grabbing his crutch that had been leaning against the table. "Where the fuck is he? I'm going to ram my fist so far down his throat he won't be able to…."

 You reached your other hand over and grabbed Ivar's hand, stilling his rage-fueled movements. "No, it's fine. Really. I sorta….um, got him back."

 "What did you say?" Ivar raised an eyebrow as he settled back next to you. 

 "Um….well…." Cue the delayed embarrassment and wishing this never happened.

 Hvitserk chuckled with a wicked smirk on his face. "Oh, this is going to be good if you are already stuttering and can't look us in the eye."

 "Shut up." You groaned, but unable to pull away, effectively trapped by the brothers. Ivar was holding your left hand between his; Ubbe held your right hand, your fingers intertwined now; Hvitserk leaned against the table to be able to see your face, with his hand loosely on your right hip; Sigurd's foot nudged yours encouragingly. You knew without them verbally saying so, that you had their full support, no matter what you said or ever needed, they had your back. "Ugh. Fine, okay. I, um, I told him that you guys were my harem and I was dating all of you." You rushed out, your gaze immediately dropping to the wood table, unable to convince yourself to see their expressions after. 

 For a second there was silence before the guys erupted in cheers and laughter. 

 "Hell yeah, that's our girl!"

 "Harem. Ha! You're more woman than that bastard could handle."

 Ubbe slyly looked at you, tugging on your hand until you met his gaze. "And you keep your men coming back for more?"

 "Um, right. I may have….mentioned….that I have needs and you guys, um, make sure I am very satisfied….and I know how to keep you guys coming back for more….yep. That's it. Oh gods, I'm going to go die now."

 Hvitserk's arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pinned before you could even try and slip away like you wanted to, thank you very much. "Oh, I like this feisty side of you. Why haven't we seen her before?"

 "She gets me into trouble." You mumbled, as they laughed at your response. 

 "She sounds like fun. I'd date her in a heartbeat." Sigurd wiggled his eyebrows. 

 "What's wrong with you?" Ivar demanded. "I'd date y/n, feisty side or not. She's perfect." He loudly smacked a kiss to your temple. 

 "Guys…." You groaned, becoming slightly overwhelmed with the attention. The pterodactyls in your stomach were now dancing to a new tune and not just of embarrassment.  

 "I have to agree with my brothers, this is a new side of you but we like her." Ubbe winked at you, making your breath hitch for a moment. "Tell her she's allowed to visit whenever but we still like y/n either way."

 Hvitserk nuzzled your neck, making you squirm and your heart to race. "I bet that guy is jealous now."

 Throwing his head back, Ivar shouted. "Fuck him!"

 Sigurd took up the chant. "Yeah, fuck him! She's our woman!" 

 "WOULD YOU SHUT UP! THERE ARE CHILDREN AROUND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" An elderly man nearby yelled at your group. 

 It was only now that you noticed all the blatant stares the five of you were receiving from those sitting at tables nearby or walking past on the boardwalk. 

 "Oh, I am terribly sorry, sir. You are correct. We were just getting ready to leave." Ubbe placated, a grin still on his face. "Let's head back home."

 The five of you scrambled off the picnic table, laughter still surrounding you like a bubble of warmth that could rival the sun. Heading back to the shared apartment, you found yourself walking between Ubbe and Ivar. Sigurd and Hvitserk walked in front or turned around and walked backwards to make eye contact with you, a few winks thrown your way, making your face heat up again.  

 "You know," Ivar began, "as the youngest, I feel I should have special privileges. Like, I get to have her on the first day or I get to sleep in her bed whenever I want." 

 "No, that certainly sounds like privileges due to the eldest. Which would be me." Ubbe corrected, slipping his hand into yours. 

 You startled at the contact but did not pull away. When Ivar's hand snagged yours, you almost jumped. Your gaze darted from Ivar to Ubbe but both continued walking like nothing had occurred, forcing you to keep moving. It was just an inkling but you wondered if something had changed. Before you could ask, the brothers kept talking, continuing a conversation that left you baffled.

 Hvitserk turned around to walk backwards, giving you a flirty wink. "You two can share her bed but we all know she would want to sleep with me more since I'm the most handsome." 

 "I make her laugh more!" Sigurd argued, trying to punch Hvitserk in the shoulder but the other brother darted away laughing. 

 "A puppy makes her laugh more than you, dipshit." Ivar retorted, sticking his crutch out as Hvitserk moved, causing him to almost trip and fall on his face. 

 "What the hell?" Hvitserk demanded, a goofy grin still on his face. 

 Ivar rolled his eyes, giving your hand a squeeze. "Even sober, Hvitserk can't walk in a straight fucking line."

 You could not help but giggle at the affronted look on Hvitserk's face. 

 "Hmmm….we'll have to figure out some kind of rotating schedule so her time is spent equally with all of us." Ubbe said in all seriousness, continuing the conversation. 

 "Wait….what? WHAT?" You stopped in your tracks. Your mind whirled as you tried to make sense of what Ubbe was implying. The conversation you had been listening to but not understanding, the pieces seemed to suddenly click into place. Your gaze flittered like a hummingbird from one brother to another. "I thought….I mean, it was…."

 Hvitserk slipped between you and Ivar, snaking his arm through yours and guiding you to move again. "Nope, we're your harem now and you're our woman."

 "How about boss bitch? She's our boss bitch?" Ivar asked from just behind you. 

 Ubbe resumed his spot on your other side, shoving Sigurd away when he stopped in front of him. "That could be rude." 

 "How about our angel?" Sigurd offered.  

 "Why do you even keep fucking talking? All your ideas are shit." Ivar grumbled loudly. When a woman walking by gasped loudly, Ivar turned to glare at her. "Fucking what? I wasn't fucking talking to you!"

 "Oh no." You murmured, sharing an exasperated look with Ubbe. You peeked over your shoulder at Ivar. "Come on, honey. It's not worth it."

 He huffed but started walking again. "Fuck yeah, I got a pet name, bitches."

 "I still need one…" Hvitserk whined from beside you.

 Sigurd turned around. "Me too! It better not be 'sweetie' or something."

 You threw your hands up. "I'll think of something! Dammit! I wasn't prepared for this!"

 Sigurd nodded, still walking backwards. "We still need a name for y/n."

 "How about our darling? Y/n is our darling?" Ubbe shrugged. 

 "I still like boss bitch." Ivar grumbled. 

 "Oh my gods, what is my life right now?" You laughed, shaking your head. 

 "Just wait until we get home….I promise your life won't ever be the same." Hvitserk kissed your cheek, making your face heat up. 

 A smack on your ass had you whipping around to stare at Ivar in shock. 

 "Yeah, that's my ass right there. Can't wait to finally touch it." Ivar muttered. His roguish smile grew wider when he saw you gulp. 

 "Ah….what?" You turned to look up at Ubbe as he stole your hand once again, pressing a quick kiss to your knuckles before entwining your fingers. 

 "We have a promise to live up to and we have to make sure our girl is very satisfied." He purred out the last two words, sending a shiver down your spine.  

 "What's that mean?" You glanced around at the brothers but they just chuckled, dragging you in the direction of your shared apartment as quickly as they could without leaving Ivar behind. "Guys….guys?"

 "You're ours now." Hvitserk whispered into your ear. "And we're yours."

 Your stomach flipped at his sultry tone and his words. But it was the hungry looks from the brothers that made your womb clench and your hands tighten in Ubbe and Hvitserk's grasps. 

 There was one thing you were positive on….that after today, nothing would ever be the same. 

 And your heart raced in anticipation. 

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

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Summary: requested by anonymous:‘Could you do a imagine with Sigurd Ubbe and Hvitserk. They all like you so they do different things to make you choose them. (Like dates,making you things etc.) Well one day you accidentally sleep with Ubbe and the others get mad so they say you have to sleep with them to decide which one you want. You choose which one the reader gets with. Thanks doll.’

Characters: Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader, Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader, Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Some sexual themes

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As I walked through the market place, a beautiful, gleaming jewel caught my eye. I approached the stall, studying the bracelet further. It had a variety of colours, all of them catching the light perfectly. Alas, I could not afford such a beauty, and I sadly slumped away. It would be so nice to just buy anything at any time; though maybe that would turn me into a spoilt brat. As usual, I tried to forget about the things I could not have, until I was stopped.

“You shouldn’t be denied such beautiful things when you too are beautiful.” Hvitserk smirked, waving the bracelet in front of my face.

“This is the third gift you have got me this month.” I tried to act annoyed but couldn’t stop the smile on my face.

He grabbed my hand, putting the bracelet on me.“There, perfect.”

“Thank you Hvitserk. I always feel bad knowing that I cannot repay you.”

“There are some ways. N-no! Not like that! I meant-”

I laughed.“I know what you meant.”

It was strange to see Hvitserk like this. He was always so confident around women but with me he was different; I liked this side of him, it showed he wanted more out of me than a casual fuck. Holding up my hand, I smiled at how the bracelet sat on my wrist, secretly happy that He had got it for me. However, it was true about what I had said before, I always felt terrible whenever he gifted me things. I didn’t like the state’s that were sent my way, what were other people thinking?

“I must go even though I really don’t want to. My brothers are expecting me in the training grounds.” he sighed.

“You wouldn’t want to keep them waiting now. And thank you again, Hvitserk.” I reached up and pecked him on the cheek, loving the look of blush on his face.

As I went on with my day, I didn’t expect to see any of the Ragnarssons. They were all training, I would have some peace now. Although it was lovely to know that three of the prince’s were infatuated with me, I knew that it could end badly. They were always trying to out do each other, sometimes causing arguments. And it was also hard to choose between them; they were all so good to me, so charming and not to mention handsome. Alas, it was starting to become tedious. I knew how it looked, that I was their whore that just kept on taking from them. I wasn’t going to be that, I wasn’t going to become their rumours.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I looked in that direction to not find anyone. Facing the other way, I found Sigurd grinning. My expression matched his as our eyes met.

“I was hoping I would see you today.” Sigurd smirked, looking me up and down.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at training? Hvitserk just left earlier.”

“And here I thought you liked spending time with me.”

“I wouldn’t want you getting hurt during a battle.”

“Now you’re saying I’m not a good fighter. Wow, you are full of compliments today.”

I scoffed.“Sigurd, stop twisting my words.”

“You’re just too easy to tease.” he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer.“That meadow of flowers you like has finally blossomed. We’re going to go there today.”

I was shocked.“How do you remember that? I told you that when we were children.”

“It’s important to you, of course I remember.”

“Sigurd that’s so sweet.”

“Come on then, whilst the sun is still up.”

The meadow was beautiful. It was full of bright, yellow flowers that stood tall, they were perfect for lovers to hide in. Only, I didn’t think of Sigurd and I as lovers, nor Hvitserk. It was all very complicated. But for that afternoon, it was bliss. Sigurd had brought my favourite treats, both of us feeding each other as we laid down, the warmth from the sun feeling wonderful against our skin. Sigurd treated me well too, just like Hvitserk, but there were those feelings again; happiness and guilt, both contradicting emotions.

Later on, in the evening, I was about to settle down to eat when someone knocked on my door. Hesitantly, I put down my cutlery, cautiously approaching the door. When I took too long, I heard Ubbe called out to me, confirming it was him. Now relieved, I let him in.

“I am sorry for scaring you. I know how you feel about visitors at night.” He apologised as I closed the door behind him.

“It’s fine.” I walked back to the table.“I wasn’t expecting you to come by so late to see little ol’ me.”

“You’re always so down on yourself. How can you not see what everyone else does?”

“Hm?”

I leaned back on the table as Ubbe walked over.“(Y/N), I want to ask you a question. What makes you happy?”

“What makes me happy? Um…that could be a number of things.”

“Do my brothers make you happy?”

“I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

“I…I don’t know. They make me happy but not in a way that I want. Oh, it doesn’t make any sense!”

“Shh, calm down. I didn’t mean for you to get upset.” one arm wrapped around my waist as the other went to the back of my head, pulling me close.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…it’s because you asked the question and what with-”

“(Y/N), I only asked because I need this to end.”

“What?”

“I see how my brothers treat you as I do. But I also see the disruption it causes. You have mixed emotions about all of this, it isn’t fair.” We stared at each other, neither of us sure what to say next. He was right. I didn’t want to keep this up any longer. It wasn’t fair on them and it wasn’t fair on me. Not wasting another second, I pulled his face down to mine, kissing him deeply. Ubbe pushed me back into the table, throwing away my plate of food. We broke apart for a moment, though it wasn’t for long as he kissed me again.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I was startled awake by loud banging and muffled shouting, my body and mind not completely following what was going on. Rubbing my eyes, I saw that Ubbe was wide awake, already reaching over for his sword before we realised that his brothers were the culprits. They barged in, shouting out our names as they searched for us. The bedroom door slammed open, Hvitserk and Sigurd both trying to enter at once, struggling against each other. I pulled the furs up, trying to cover myself though feeling sore from the evenings events. Ubbe sighed, shrugging on some trousers as he waited for his brothers to start arguing.

“We knew you would be here! What do you think you’re doing!?” Sigurd exclaimed as he gestured to me.

“That’s not fair! We said that we would not sleep with her, even if she asked! You have cheated.” Hvitserk whined.

“That was stupid. I was drunk when we made that pact. Besides, (Y/N) should decide who she wants to he with.” Ubbe crossed his arms over his chest.

“Can we not do this a bit later please?” I moaned.

“No!” they all shouted.

Sigurd faced me.“(Y/N), you cannot decide right now. It isn’t right.”

“Thank you.”

“You need to sleep with Hvitserk and I before you do that.”

My eyes widened.“What? Are you serious?”

He looked to his brothers, realising he was in trouble.

“How dare you….no, you know what? I’ve already decided.”

They all waited.

“And I’m not going to tell you.”

“What?! Why?!” Hvitserk sounded like a child.

“Because you don’t deserve it. This ends now.”

𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

☕ = Fluff 🥯 = Smut 🥨 = Angst 🟠 = One-shot 🟣 = Headcanon ☀️ = Male x Female 🌙 = Female x Female

𝕬𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓'𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉

male!Eivor the Wolfkissed

Sober ☕🟠☀️

Sleeping with Eivor ☕🥯🟣☀️

Holding Hands ☕🟠☀️

You hurt me first ☕🥨🟠☀️

NSFW Headcanons 🥯🟣☀️

Ivarr Ragnarsson

Dancing with the beast  ☕🟠☀️

Sleeping with Ivarr ☕🥯🟣☀️

How Ivarr behaves when he falls in love with the reader ☕🥯🟣☀️

NSFW Headcanons 🥯🟣☀️

Sigurd Styrbjornson

Sleeping with Sigurd ☕🟣☀️

NSFW Headcanons 🥯🟣☀️

Basim Ibn Ishaq

Sharing clothes ☕🟠☀️

Sleeping with Basim ☕🟣☀️

Hytham

Sleeping with Hytham ☕🟣☀️

Yusuf Tazim

Are you cold? ☕🟠☀️

Ubba Ragnarsson

female!Eivor Varinsdottir

Tyr

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Federico Auditore da Firenze

Bartolomeo D’Alviano

Niccolò Machiavelli

Malik Al-sayf

𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Sean Macguire

🌺 + Sean ☕🟠☀️

Arthur Morgan

🥶 + Arthur ☕🟠☀️

Dutch Van der Linde

🤬 + Dutch 🥨🟠☀️

John Martson

Bill Williamson

Lenny Summers

Javier Escuella

Kieran Duffy

Flaco Hernandez

Josiah Trelawny

Eagle Flies

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝕶𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙

Kung Lao

One, None and One Hundred Thousand ☕🥨🟠☀️

Liu Kang

Raiden

Fujin

Hanzo Hasashi

Kuai Liang

Kano

Erron Black

Kabal

𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 / 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙

Thranduil

My guardian spirit ☕🟠☀️

Feren

Lindir

𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖑 𝕮𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊

Loki

A series of absurd coincidences ☕🟠☀️

Helmut Zemo

Bath-time with Zemo ☕🥯🟣☀️

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Bucky

Sam Wilson

Vision

Doctor Strange

Erik Killmonger

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗

Ah Sahm

Young Jun

Bolo

Wang Chao

Li Yong

Zing

Bill O’Hara

Richard Henry Lee