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What is a Viking? (Ubbe)
Prompt: When Ubbe follows Floki’s trails to the new land, he finds more than he expected: you.
Slight AU, Ubbe’s not with Torvi.
The tall grass caresses your hands softly. The seagulls dance in the sky. A shiver runs through your body, the sea breeze is cold, especially at the peak of the cliff. From your position, you have visibility over the coast. Waves crash on the rocks to your left, and at your right, a vast sandy beach extends. You have been here for hours, it is your favorite spot. You love the land that you live in, even if recently there have been certain curious developments to your routine. Some time ago, from this same cliff, you were the first one who spotted him. The crazy man that spoke another language and crafted wood. He was in bad shape, malnourished, when he arrived at the shores in a tiny boat. You had taken him to your mother, Pekitaulet. Despite the cautiousness, your people welcomed him. Nevertheless, all of you were a bit on edge, he could not have been alone, could he? So you waited for the rest of his people to arrive. Waited and waited, until one day, another boat docked.
The first few days, your tribe was careful. They left the newcomers alone, just to see what they would do. They were less than you, after all. You could defend yourselves if something were to happen. Your mother, knowing how curious you were, forbade you to go near them. She did not want you to make the same rash decision you did with Floki, the mad man. It certainly took all of you not to approach them, but you managed. However, you could not help looking at them from afar. Just like Floki, they were fascinating. They wore so different clothing and acted even more so. You wanted to learn more about them. Still, that interest in their culture was nothing compared to what made you feel specifically one of them. You saw him in your first illicit exploration, he carried himself as the leader. Tall, with broad shoulders, light hair, and eyes a color you have only seen on Floki. Yet, they were a different shade, much brighter. Blue eyes. Your mother had told you before that blue eyes meant danger. But what a beautiful danger he was. You were so utterly entranced by him that he almost caught you once. You swear that he saw you; your eyes connecting with his. But then he left. Maybe he did not see you after all.
It was a few days later when they found your camp. They were following the traces your people placed for them, and they bought it. You still remember the wary look in their eyes when they saw your people. You still remember the look in Ubbe’s (you learned his name then) eyes when he saw you. He was smitten. You knew then that he had indeed seen you before. You wanted to question why he did not say anything, but you could barely understand him. That would be something for you to ask once you could communicate more.
To be honest, that first meeting was a little tense, both groups expecting attacks. It was until the little girl pulled the old man's facial hair that everyone laughed and ate. You could barely take your eyes off Ubbe. Not that he was doing a better job at concealing his interest in you. After they left, your mother chastised you. She wanted you to be friendly with them, but to be careful.
The second meeting went smoother. Their people invited you back to their camp and showed you around. You sat with your sister-in-law, Nikani, and a woman named Torvi, while you braided your hair. Torvi appraised you once you finished, though the result was a poor attempt to duplicate her hairstyle. On the other side of the camp, you saw your brothers Peminuit and We'jitu have an aim contest with Ubbe and the other men. Shortly after that, Ubbe sat with you by the fire. He wanted to tell you something, but just like you, he did not know how to express himself without words. Yet, he was stubborn. He looked you in the eyes and murmured, “du er vakker.” You smiled, although you had no idea what he meant. However, it was like no words were necessary to express each other’s feelings because, after that, he rarely parted from you. That evening, you took his people to Floki’s house.
Slowly, you learned the way of his people and he learned yours. You would dry fur for him to wear and sew beads for necklaces. He accepted all of your gifts happily and returned some. He gave you meat he hunted and a beautiful fluffy fur he brought along with him. Languages were exchanged, and you began to understand better what he said. One of those times, when Torvi was teaching you a few words, you asked what ‘vakker’ meant. Knowingly, she responded that it was ‘beautiful’. You blushed, remembering all the times Ubbe had called you that. Even so, the relationships between tribes were still fragile when one of them killed your brother We'jitu. Your family was devastated. For a moment, you thought everything accomplished would be lost. That you would have to forget about Ubbe and whatever blossoming relationship you had. Luckily, Pekitaulet was wise and wanted no war. She granted the foreigners a chance to redeem the loss. But even when they killed the murderer, everything remained tense. During the punishment and funeral, you were not able to look at Ubbe in the eyes. You were too lost in grief. And even after that, it took a while for things to settle down, for you to spend time with him again. Once you did, though, you realized him coming here was destined.
“Are you still up here?” a voice calls you softly from behind. You glance back, your husband is making his way towards you. His blue eyes shine bright in the sun. He smiles charmingly. “I thought Pekitaulet told you to be careful and not to climb the cliff for a while.”
Your guilty laugh echoes through the abyss, “I’m feeling much better now, don’t worry. Why don’t you sit beside me for a bit?” Ubbe hums but does as requested. Once settled, he takes you in his arms in a gentle embrace, placing you between his thighs.
It took more than you would have liked to learn the Norse tongue. In fact, Ubbe learned faster your language. Nevertheless, that was no barrier for your love to thrive. Steadily, the two of you became closer. You would often exchange lingering gazes, smiles, and soft touches. Everyone could see the love blossoming between the Viking and you. Soon, he asked your mother for your hand in marriage. Despite past events with his people that lead to the death of We'jitu, Pekitaulet recognized that Ubbe was a good man. She blessed the union and you became one heart.
“So,” Ubbe murmurs into your hair. He places a sweet kiss in your temple and continues, “are you going to tell me what are you doing up here?”
A few days ago, you started to feel lightheaded while in the woods. You took a nasty fall because of it, managing to injure your ankle. The healer warned you about going out until it was healed. She was about to leave when your mother requested to know the cause of your dizziness. It was no surprise what the healer responded. In fact, it was more than welcomed news. You have not told Ubbe yet. As far as he is concerned, your ankle has not healed yet.
“I just wanted to see the sundown, it is a beautiful time of the day, is it not?” You respond, gazing lovingly into your husband’s eyes.
He stares back and smiles at you. “You are beautiful.” You blush, making his smirk grow wider. He inclines and captures your lips in a small kiss. “Tell me what is it, wife of mine,” he says once he parts from you, “I know you now well enough to notice that there is something you are keeping from me. And it is not the beauty of the sundown.”
You exhale, well, it seems like you won’t be able to keep it a secret much longer. The only ones that know so far are your mother, Nikani, and Torvi (whom you befriended). You place your hand on his, softly tailing his wrist tattoos. “First, I would like to ask you something that I never had the chance to do before.” He regards you curiously, but nods. “The first time that you saw me, it was not in my camp, was it?”
Ubbe looks away sheepishly. “No. I saw you first in the woods.” He seems embarrassed, “I know you saw me too, we locked gazes.”
“Then why you say nothing to your people?” You ask.
A faint blush colors Ubbe’s cheekbones as he responds, “We had just landed, we were thirsty, and there you were, in the middle of greenery nature, all gorgeous, like a true goddess.” He peers back at you, and confidently admits, “I thought I was seeing things, losing my mind.” The hand that is not encased by yours lifts and caresses your jaw. “When I saw you again at the camp and I realized you were real…” He leaves the sentence incomplete, but you know what he means. You know too well, after all, you felt it the first time you saw him.
His utter honesty must be compensated. He needs to know the secret. “My love,” his eyes shine at the nickname, “you are right, there is something you should know.” You bring his hand slowly to your lower belly and place it there with a light squeeze. The breeze plays with your hair. You smile shyly, looking at him through your eyelashes. Ubbe inhales sharply. There is no need for words to be said, he knows what you mean, just like he always knew what you wanted to say even when you could not speak his language nor his yours. And yet, you want to say it because it is the best news ever. “Jeg er gravid.” And you know, by the look in his eyes and the smile on his face, that it is indeed the best news. He places both hands in your face to bring you closer. This time, the kiss is full of hope, love, and happiness. You can swear, to his gods or yours, that this moment, right here, was destined.
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wWoohooo open requests ❤️❤️❤️Could you maybe create something for Ubbe or Bjorn form the Vikings series?
Ubbe Ragnarsson*Meet Me Where We Met
Pairing: ubbe x f!reader
Word count: 1602
Warnings: hunting animals, fluff
Masterlist here
Ubbe loved his brothers in the weird way his family did but even he needed a break from them. the issue was there was few places to be alone in Kattegat. One particular eventful dinner had Ubbe excusing himself to take a walk which ended up taking him deeper into the forest than usual.
He wasn’t worried though. He knew these woods like the back of his hands. As Ubbe sighed and settled down to sit on a fallen tree a twig snapping had his head snapping up. It was probably just a rabbit but still he reached for the handle of his dagger when he realised the sun was setting.
Then there was a whoosh of leaves. Ubbe was ready to pull his dagger out when the rabbit ran out from behind a tree, straight across from where he sat. Ubbe almost laughed at himself, but his smile fell when the arrow hit the rabbit.
He hadn’t even seen the bow that fired it, but he was on his feet. “Who’s there?”
“Shh,” a voice hushed him from the trees.
Ubbe whipped around, looking to see where it had come from, but the voice seemed to mix with the wind. He turned and saw a deer, standing still, eyes dancing with fear.
Then the next arrow came. The deer hit the ground before it could run. Ubbe pulled the dagger from his belt just as a person walked out from amongst the trees. you were holding a bow out in front of them, their spare hand in the air empty. “I didn’t mean to startle you,”
The cloak you were wearing was a mix of dark greens and blacks. With your hood up and a black fabric wrapped across the lower half of your face it was no wonder he hadn’t seen you.
“Put the bow down,” Usually he figured himself a good one on one fighter, but he didn’t need to see what else you could do with a bow. You threw it forward, dropping it at his feet before reaching up to pull the fabric around your face down.
What he really hadn’t expected was to find you so attractive. Now he could see you it was clear to him how beautiful you were as you lowered your hood. But there was something else, “You look familiar,”
“I live in Kattegat. Perhaps you have seen me around now,” you said, walking towards the rabbit near his feet, “Would you mind putting your own weapon down?”
Ubbe could feel his cheeks heat up when he realised, he was still in a protective stance. He quickly stashed the dagger back in his belt. he watched as you picked it up and took out the arrow before tossing it into a bag on your side. “Quite the hunter I see,” he said, nodding towards the full bag by your side.
“Someone has to do it,” you said as you walked to the deer and crouched down.
Ubbe followed you over, grabbing your bow so it didn’t get lost. “You don’t enjoy it?”
You paused for a moment, “I enjoy the quiet. Being alone. Being able to not have to think. I don’t enjoy killing them,”
It was an odd thing for Ubbe to hear. Everyone in his family seemed to enjoy killing and hated the idea of quiet. “Sorry if I ruined your peace,”
“Nah,” you grinned up at him, a quality he founded oddly endearing, “I’ll forgive you if you help me carry this back,”
Ubbe grinned right back at you, “You drive a hard bargain,” he said as he crouched down across from you. “I never got your name,”
“You never asked,”
“I’m Ubbe,”
“(Y/N),”
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The next day Ubbe went on another walk to the same spot, sat on the same fallen tree, and waited. It was on his walk back he realised how foolish he was. Of course, you would not be in the same spot twice. But how else was he to find you? When you arrived back to Kattegat last night a man you claimed as your brother saw you and took over for Ubbe to carry it home since the sun was long gone.
Still Ubbe went back each day just encase. He enjoyed the quiet of it all. He found himself able to relax for the first time in a while as he sat on that tree. it had been a week since he had saw you, so he almost didn’t recognise you at the market.
Your hair wasn’t braided back out of your face. It was left mostly loose with small braids throughout. Your dress was red and would never be able to blend with the trees. But one thing was the same.
“Ubbe,” you grinned, that same smile as before. You greeted him as he walked up to your stall at the market. It was mainly animal skins and pelts with a few other items scattered around.
“I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” he said, chuckling to try make it sound like a joke, but the thought had crossed his mind, “You’re a hard person to track down,”
A smirk tugged at your lips, “I try. Anything take your fancy?” you asked.
Ubbe looked over the table, wondering how many nights it took you to gather these all. One caught his eye in particular, “Is that our deer?” he asked, pointing to the skin.
“Our deer? If I remember correctly my arrow killed it,”
“I helped you carry it back,” he countered, “Don’t I at least get a discount for that?” he teased as he leaned over the table. You pretended to think about it before shaking your head.
“Ten silver for the pelt,” you told him. Ubbe went to reach for his money, but you continued, “Or eight if you help me hunt tonight,”
“Ah so I did help?” he teased.
You rolled your eyes, “Not even slightly. But the company was not bad,”
Ubbe shook his head at you, grinning like a fool as he pulled out the silver, “eight it is,”
“Meet me where we met?” you offered as Ubbe rolled up the deer hide.
“You mean where you almost killed me?”
“Honey if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead,”
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There was no reason for Ubbe to feel so nervous as he sat and waited. You told him you’d meet him after supper, but time was marching on. Maybe he was in the wrong spot? Or maybe he was too early or-
“Boo,” you said, leaning down next to his ear.
“What the fuck!” Ubbe screamed, jumping up off the log as you began to cackle. His shoulders relaxed when he saw it was you, but he still was panting out of breath, “Don’t do that,”
“Did you not hear me?”
“Clearly not!”
“Alright I’m sorry,” you laughed, stepping over the log to sit on it.
Ubbe finally regained himself before turning to you with a confused look. “Where’s your bow?”
“Eh, thought I’d give myself the night off,” you said before looking between him and the tree log, “You wanna sit?”
“So how come you wanted to meet me?” he asked, moving to sit beside you.
The way his blue eyes bore into you with such confusion and hope made it hard to look back at them. “Don’t know really. Just thought it would be nice. The quiet you know?”
“You invited me to come sit in silence with you?” he asked, an eyebrow raised and a smile on his lips.
You felt yourself becoming unexplainably shy under his gaze, “We don’t have to be silent the whole time,”
“It’s alright,” he said, settling into his seat, “We can just sit for a while,”
So, you did. For a good hour you sat silently beside each other, at some point moving to rest your head on his shoulder and his on your head, just enjoying each other’s company. After a while though you began to make small talk.
The small talk did not last for very long though. You moved from topics of how many siblings to venting to each other. You told him about how much you hated hunting, how you only did it to survive, how you’d rather farm instead. He told you about his brothers, how loud they were, how aggressive they were, how much he longed for a quiet evening.
“I love them, I do I just- “
“Don’t like them sometimes? I get that,” you said, turning to face him, a task that was far less daunting now.
Ubbe turned away though, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “I shouldn’t be putting this on you,”
“I don’t mind,” you said, leaning forward to force him to look at you, a small smile on your lips, “Sometimes its nice just to talk,”
“I’ve never been good at it. the whole talking thing. Its easier to just accept things. it’s not like they’ll change,”
“You never know. Besides,” you said nudging his knee with your own, “I like when you talk. It’s good to talk about these things. honestly until this tonight I think I was slowly losing my mind,” you laughed.
Ubbe chuckled as well, “I get that. trust me,” he paused as he looked into your eyes. You were both silent again, a smile on both your lips.
“I should probably go back soon,” your words made his heart drop, but he did his best to conceal it, “Will you meet me again tomorrow?” and just as quickly it fluttered again.
“I’d love to,”
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Viking Men Being Possessive
Pairing: Ivar, Ragnar, Rollo, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Harekr x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, protectiveness, jealousy, possessiveness, neck kisses, markings, threats, fights, injuries
A/N: There isn't enough Viking content out here. Why is that? Do I need to feed you?
Because a lot of people tended to underestimate him due to his legs he's developed a very aggressive and protective attitude towards you. He never ever lets go of your hand when you're sitting together and taps his hand on the hilt of his knife whenever any man asks you to drink with them. He always keeps an eye out for anyone who might be dangerous to you and when he does see someone like that he leans over and whispers in your ear to not look, its about to get ugly if they approach you.
Ragnar always lets you wear his cloak regardless of the temperature. As his future wife you should get used to wearing his clothes don't you think? He is pretty strict with his men when it comes to them interacting with you, he trusts you and most of them but there are a few that he knows would just love to get their hands on you, the most beautiful woman there is.
Rollo takes a swing at everyone who is a threat to you with no hesitation. He will beat them up first and if they survive ask them who they think they are, approaching his woman. He's the only man who can touch you, the only man who can kiss you, the only man worthy of being with you and protecting you. Some of his fights have a tiny bit of a flare to them, for your amusement and his... later.
Before you became a couple Ubbe's gotten into quite a few fights over you and the men calling you names. You were the woman he's had his eyes on for the longest time, he will not tolerate any slander towards you. His face might be bruised and his lip split when he pulled you into a kiss but he wanted to send a message to the other warriors there. If anyone would like to come forward and challenge him now that he's made his feelings for you known they are welcome to, but he can't say he won't fight with all his might and leave them standing or capable of it.
Hvitserk loves to ride with you, with you being in front so he can wrap his arms around you and have easy access to your neck. A neck that he can mark, that he wants to mark every night. Likes to joke around with everyone else about how gifted you are in certain areas but if they even think that he's sharing you they've got another thing coming for them. He's the only one who can talk like this about you, and he's the only one you'd allow it for because you know its his way of bragging that he has the best and most beautiful lover.
Harekr has you in his lap almost all the time, sitting on his thigh or if he feels like he needs so display that you're his then he will have you sitting on the furs next to him and pressing your cheek against his thigh. He kisses the back of your hand either way, very softly too. Despite his harsh nature he does have moments of calm and love towards you, mostly in private, in public he sprinkles in a few neck kisses to make your pretty skin, and make you moan if he feels like people are looking at you too much.
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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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Unexpected: Part 4
Summary: Ragnar returns, angst ensues (yes, he has that effect).
Notes: How do we feel about the reader finding out she’s preggers while Ivar is gone? (no, he won’t die on the raid)
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Ivar had been undressing her in the stables when Hvitserk had burst in, looking up at the ceiling because this was his little brother and not Ubbe, to tell him the impossible: Ragnar Lothbrok had returned to Kattegat.
She blushed furiously as she pulled one of her new dresses over her shoulders and helped Ivar with his crutches, but Hvitserk smirked at him knowingly.
“Should I accompany you?” she asked. Ivar shook his head.
“Go tell my mother.”
She nodded, leaving for the Great Hall, while he and Hvitserk went in a different direction.
“So when are you marrying her?” Hvitserk asked.
“I won’t.” Ivar replied simply. Despite their father waiting for them at the other end of the town, Hvitserk stopped dead in his tracks.
“Why?”
“Mother made me promise I wouldn’t.” Ivar admitted, walking on. “And anyway, why do you care, hm?”
Hvitserk shrugged. “I want her as my sister-in-law.”
“I am not Ubbe.” Ivar hissed.
“I like her. She is kind, and I want to eat the bread she makes for the rest of my life. You should commit to her, tell mother that you truly love her.” Hvitserk insisted.
“For bread?”
“There’s been worse reasons.” Hvitserk laughed. His smile died down when they saw the crowd that had gathered around their raging father. Ivar caught the disappointment in Hvitserk’s eyes. But not him. This was what he had expected.
The people of Kattegat let his brothers through easily, but Ivar had to push his way through. His eyes met Ragnar’s the first time when he shouted, “Who wants to be king?”
For a moment, Ivar felt a rush, wanted to reach forward and take the sword that was offered to him, before he froze. He wasn’t stupid. So he let Ragnar throw his tantrum and embarrass himself, while he stayed still and let his mannerisms wash over him.
In eight years, nothing had changed about his father.
Aslaug’s POV:
Ivar’s girl came running into the Great Hall suddenly. She looked out of breath, for more than one reason. It seemed that once her youngest son had discovered he was a man, Ivar was insatiable.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Ragnar Lothbrok has returned to Kattegat.” She managed. Aslaug froze.
She was queen. Had been for the last eight years – Ragnar couldn’t just take that from her now.
“Prepare for a feast. Then come help me dress.” She commanded. Then, Aslaug left the room to go to her own chamber. With steady hands, she removed her current jewelry, searching for something more imposing. She wanted Ragnar to know that it was her who had built Kattegat into a trading center in the last eight years.
Ragnar made it to the room before she could. Aslaug slipped on the jade bangle that Ivar had gifted her, coming from a kingdom whose name she couldn’t begin to say. He slipped into the room like a shadow, quiet.
“My wife,” Ragnar greeted her. “And mother of my sons. We both know that love was not what brought us together. But you’ve endured me. You’ve suffered my words, and my neglect. Yet you never turned our sons against me. I am sure that there are times when you’ve hated me. But you never poisoned their minds, or stopped them from loving me. And for all of that, with all of my heart, I am grateful to you.”
She could feel his hands on her, fumbling with her hair and Aslaug wanted to turn around and scratch his eyes out. He continued, unbothered, even kissing her hair. He fucking petted her, like she was a dog, and Aslaug hoped that the Gods would strike him down where he stood. Yet, she didn’t move.
“Why are you saying this now?” Aslaug asked instead. Before he can reply, the slave returns, carrying her finest coat. She froze at the sight of Ragnar, standing behind her.
“Apologies, my queen.” She mumbled. Aslaug felt relief wash over her, and pride fill her. This slave saw her as queen of Kattegat, and not Ragnar as King. She didn’t even know a time where Ragnar had ruled here.
She laid down her coat before making to leave, but Aslaug stopped her.
“Stay.” She commanded.
The slave nodded, moving towards Aslaug, who stood from her seat abruptly. She could feel the chair hit Ragnar’s thigh. He took a step back, and Aslaug allowed herself to smile.
“This is Ivar’s slave.” She told Ragnar, who nodded. Before the slave could turn away, Ragnar caught her jaw in his hand. For the first time, Aslaug wanted to side with her.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Y/N.” she replied. There was a pause at the end, and it was clear she wasn’t sure how to address him.
“What are you to my son?” Ragnar asked her.
“It would be better to ask him, I am but a slave.” She replied, avoiding his question. Ragnar rolled his eyes, suddenly bored and let her go. Aslaug stepped toward her, challenging Ragnar. He scoffed, and left the room.
“Thank you.” The slave said, her voice almost a whisper.
“We are still both women.” Aslaug shrugged.
Ivar’s POV:
She looked shaken when she came back to him, and he immediately knew that Ragnar had something to do with it. The entire way to the lake, she hadn’t said a word.
“Did he do something to you?” Ivar asked.
“He just- he’s very intimidating.” She replied. “But that’s to be expected of someone like him, I suppose.”
“And I am not intimidating?” Ivar poked.
“To others maybe.” She replied.
“But?” Ivar challenged.
“I could see right through you.” She laughed. “He’s like a wall.”
They sat at the lake in silence for a while. Her head was on his lap for once, and Ivar combed through her hair gently while he tried to bring up the courage to tell her. He had agreed on it with his father in the morning, right after his return. It was late afternoon now, and Ivar still couldn’t bear to tell her.
He didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to do this.
“I’m going to England.” He told her quietly.
“Is Ubbe going to lead the raid? Or you?” she asked. She had no idea.
“My father. Ubbe isn’t coming.” He said. Abruptly, she sat up.
“No.” she replied.
“No?” Ivar asked. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean that the others talk. No one takes him seriously, after what happened in the town square. He’ll have to pay people to come with him.”
She looked at him intently, until her expression shifted, and she realized.
“You knew that.” She said. “You knew.”
“It’s my only chance to die with honor.” Ivar sighed. He saw horror take hold of her.
“That’s not true!” she argued.
“It is.” Ivar replied, feeling his fist dig into the soft ground beneath them.
“So you mean to leave me here? Alone? What will I do?” she asked. Ivar’s stomach sunk. He hadn’t thought of that. He didn’t say anything and for a while, he let her seethe with an anger that normally radiated off of him.
“I won’t let you go.” She decided. Ivar barked a cold laugh at her.
“You can’t stop me. You’ll return to your duties, and I’ll have Hvitserk and mother look after you.” Ivar told her. That would be the end of it, and she’d let him go without having his stomach turn into knots.
“No. I’m not letting you leave Kattegat.”
“You forget yourself.” Ivar roared. “You are a slave.”
She didn’t say anything, instead getting up. Then, despite what it could mean to her life, she spat at his feet.
“Fuck you, Ivar Lothbrok. I really thought you cared.”
He sat at the lake alone, until it got cold, stewing in his anger. He didn’t want to hurt anyone when he got home. And when he wanted to get back, his anger only grew again.
Normally, she helped him walk over the soft ground around the lake. He hadn’t dragged himself through the mud in months. He gritted his teeth together and began, ignoring the pain in his knees and shins, knowing that he would have to command her to take care of him later. She wouldn’t do it from her own volition, like normally.
He was halfway through the part of the way that had mud when he heard voices. Embarrassed, he turned around, seeing Ubbe and Hvitserk come towards him. Not this, not now.
Their laughter died down when they saw Ivar, his face marred with anger and completely alone. They looked at each other and then, wordlessly, they came towards him and lifted him up, helping him. Hvitserk didn’t mention ‘his girl’ and Ubbe gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
They carried him until he could walk again, and then, Ubbe handed him his crutch.
She passed him outside of the Great Hall, barely sparing him a glance. Ivar could see that she was still just as angry as at the lake, as well as hurt.
“My princes.” She greeted them. Her voice was cold, emotionless. Hvitserk hissed through his teeth when she was gone.
“Ouch.” He commented.
“Don’t push it.” Ivar snapped.
“Talk to her.” Ubbe suggested. “Make her see sense.”
“I can’t.” Ivar replied.
“Yeah, because you picked out someone just as thickheaded as you.” Hvitserk snorted. “Maybe try apologizing for your death wish.”
Ivar pushed him, hard, but Hvitserk only laughed, hands up in mock-surrender.
“He’s trying to help.” Ubbe reminded. Ivar didn’t reply, and Ubbe sighed. “I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.” He promised. Ivar nodded, before he limped off.
A few days later: Hvitserk and Bjorn leave for the Mediterranean
She hadn’t slept in his bed, not once. Ivar hadn’t made any attempts to apologize. His brothers could say what they wanted; he wouldn’t lower himself to her. She was lucky to be alive, and he didn’t even love her.
That is a lie. A voice in his head whispered. Strangely enough, while there was a rift between them, she had grown closer with his mother. They kept together whenever he saw them together, never talking, but keeping their distance from Ragnar.
She was there at the docks now, while Aslaug said goodbye to Hvitserk. She offered him a polite small as he passed her, and Ivar felt his fist clench with anger. He didn’t want anyone to look at her. When he glanced over at her, their eyes met for a second.
He looked away first, but he had seen the amber necklace around her neck. When the ships were gone, she followed behind Aslaug silently, while Ivar remained at the docks. He stayed there for hours, until it began to get darker.
Ivar sat down at the beach. He had seen Ragnar come here yesterday. When Ragnar had come back, he hadn’t uttered a single word, but Bjorn had given him a sad smile. Ivar didn’t know what it meant, and he couldn’t figure it out.
He tried to be frustrated about that, instead of her, but he failed miserably. When he heard steps in the sand behind him, he whirled around. She was on the beach too, but she hadn’t noticed him yet.
“Y/N.” he blurted out.
“My prince.”
Ivar patted the spot beside him, hoping that she would come. She hesitated, but eventually, she sunk down beside him, smoothing out her dress. It was the green one.
“Queen Aslaug-“ she said after a while, searching for the right words. “She tried to explain. I think neither of us want you to go, and I don’t want to understand. If you have to go, I cannot stop you. I just-“
She broke off, and they sat in silence for a while. “I am-“ Ivar began. He wanted to say he was sorry, he really did. “I didn’t want to cause you pain.” He said instead. “But it’s my only chance. Do you understand?”
“No.” she said simply. Ivar sighed.
“Promise you’ll come back to me. Valhalla can wait.” She whispered.
“I’ll try.” Ivar replied.
“It’s not enough.” She said, demanding. She was always demanding, but Ivar didn’t stop her. He wanted to give her whatever she demanded of him. He kissed her instead, because he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
When they broke apart, he saw tears glittering in her eyes, angrily wiping at his when he felt the familiar sting. She mirrored his actions, before her hands began to clench into fists. Neither of them wanted to cry, and Ivar felt himself regretting his promise to Ragnar more and more.
He felt desperate, and lost and confused, but most of all, he felt angry. Angry at Ragnar for returning now, angry at her for ignoring him and angry at himself for hurting her.
“I love you.” He blurted out. Despite what I promised mother.
Her eyes grew wide at his confession, before she gave him a smile. A real one, one of those only he got to see. “I love you too.” She replied. “I love you so much.”
“Thank the Gods.” He stammered out. It wasn’t supposed to be something he wanted to say out loud.
“I missed you.” She admitted. “In two days, you won’t even be here at all.”
“Ubbe will take care of you.” Ivar promised.
“Prince Ubbe will take care of all my needs?” she joked, and Ivar rolled his eyes.
“Think of me.” He replied, imitating Bjorn’s cocky tone. She snorted, before she pushed him down gently, straddling his lap.
“As if that even comes close.”
Ivar felt pride swell in his chest, pulling her down toward him. His hand closed around her neck, squeezing gently, and she gave him a soft moan. Only now he realized how much he had missed this.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered. Spurred on, she began tugging at his vest.
“Outside?” he asked. “I thought you didn’t like that.”
“No one’s around. We’ll just have to be quiet.” She replied.
“You? Quiet?” Ivar asked. She rolled her eyes, getting up quickly, holding his crutch towards him. Ivar swore he had never walked so fast in his life as they made their way to the Great Hall.
They passed Aslaug, who only rolled her eyes at them, and then Sigurd and Ubbe.
“Well someone’s made up.” Ubbe called after them. Ivar shot a look in his direction, but by that time, he was busy with Margrethe again.
They barely made it into his room and onto the bed, and Ivar had to restrain himself not to rip the dress off of her. He had wanted to take his time with her, to make her squirm under him, but right now, Ivar did not have the patience for that. Instead, he let her guide him into her.
Ivar grabbed her by the hips, flipping them around so that he was on top, before he thrusted into her. He wasn’t careful, or gentle, but her moans spurred him on.
She scratched his back raw, and in return, Ivar grabbed whatever he could greedily. He felt wild, and free, and for a moment, he could forget that he was leaving her behind.
That he was abandoning her.
“You need to slow down.” She gasped under him. “Please.”
Immediately, Ivar came to a halt.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. Keep going, just a bit slower please.” She replied.
He began thrusting more lazily, and she held him close. Ivar’s forehead rested on hers, and he closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He finally whispered.
“I know. I’m sorry too.” She replied.
“It showed me you truly cared.”
The day that Ivar left, she handed him his new sword at the dock. His mother asked him not to go one last time, but Ivar’s mind was set. He hugged her goodbye, before he moved on to his girl.
“May the Gods keep and protect you.” She told him. Everything else, she left unsaid.
“And you.” Ivar mumbled. If he looked at her, he wouldn’t be able to leave. So he turned around and got into the boat. Ragnar patted him on the back, giving him a look Ivar couldn’t read. He only knew that Ragnar thought this girl didn’t mean anything to Ivar.
As the boat sailed away, Ivar looked back at Kattegat. Neither of the women moved, both unwavering until they were out of sight.
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Jealousy
Ivar x reader
Summary - Ivar and you have always had a bond, a closeness but over time and as you mature things change, Ivar gains feeling he can't explain
Warnings - angst, fluff, death of a parent, swears
Word count - 2k
This all started because of a gif set by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie and I sort of ran away with it
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You grow up alongside the sons of Ragnar. Being the daughter of Aslaug's closest confidant, you were always in close proximity to the brothers during childhood. You were closest in age to Ivar having been born only a few months before and as you grew together, you formed a bond that no one could truly explain.
You were the only one who wasn't terrified of him after the incident with the boy. As all the children in Kattegat would run away from him, making a game out of it, you were seen happily pulling his cart around, chatting away to him as you venture around the town taking him anywhere he wished to go.
On days where he was unable to play, you would sit with him and make up stories to keep him entertained, often acting out some of the scenes, bouncing around his room as you fought a dragon or giant sea monster.
As time passed a few things changed, while he was being mentored by Floki, your mother had you learn the loom and the meaning of different herbs.
But you were never apart for long as on days when he was still busy you would run to Floki's cabin and wait for him. On days when you didn't meet Ivar, he would wait for you by the tree you'd claim as your own when you were younger, having craved IL + YN into the trunk.
You spent hours laying under the tree, side by side, watching as the sunset and the stars appeared twinkling between its branches. It was the place you shared your hopes and dreams with one another.
You wished to become a shield maiden, just like the legendary Lagertha, while Ivar dreamed of becoming a warrior, to be able to raid and fight along side his brothers.
The afternoons and evenings spent under that tree was the first memory Ivar had of the flutter that appeared in his chest whenever he looked at you. You never laughed or mocked his desires, you simply listened and smiled at him.
The first big change to your friendship was when Ivar spent the night with Margrethe. Everyone was aware of how she spent her time between the princes, of how she'd captured all of their gaze. She was extremely beautiful and you never missed the way, they all looked at her, especially Ivar.
So one evening after having been invited to dinner and Aslaug had left the table, it was no surprise when his brothers tried to convince Ivar that Margrethe was the perfect option for him to lose his virginity. They spoke as if you were one of them.
"I'm sure Y/N agrees" Hvitserk said, finishing a mouthful of pork "Right?"
You looked between each of them from Hvitserk with his dopey expectant smile to Sigurd who peered from under his hair, gripping his cup a little too tight, he had always hated the idea of sharing with Ivar, and then to Ubbe who's smile dropped slightly as if he knew you didn't want to answer.
"I mean, sure" You shrugged, looking down at your cup of ale, unable to even look at Ivar. If you had, you would have seen the light in his eyes fade a little. "The way you all speak of her, he would be a fool, not too"
After that night and the rumours of Ivar being impotent spread, Ivar drew himself away from you, spending more time training with his brothers or at the blacksmiths.
Your dream of becoming a shield maiden was put on hold when your mother became sick. A plague hit the town, taking your mother with it. Aslaug brought you in as a kindness for all the years your mother was by her side and treated you like a daughter she never had. She taught you many things a woman could be, beside being a shield maiden.
On the day, Ivar took his first steps, you had been in the market when you noticed Ubbe and Hvitserk hanging around the blacksmiths. You made Hvitserk jump as you suddenly appeared between them.
"What are you doing?" You spoke loudly and close to his ear, causing him to almost choke on his apple. You were about to laugh until he pointed at two legs caged in metal on the floor.
While grunting and groaning, Ivar heaved himself up. You wanted to rush forward and help him but Ubbe gently placed a hand on your shoulder. Taking small and wobbly steps, Ivar stood before your trio, a wide grin on his face.
"Ivar" you whispered, looking him up and down before grinning back "Ivar, you're walking!" You joyfully cried before barreling him into a hug and having to apologise profusely as you almost knocked him backwards.
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It was after the return from their first raid, that Ivar noticed his brothers spending more time with you, getting closer than they did before. It seemed to grip his chest with an urge to hurt them or pull them away from you every time he saw it.
The summer away from you seemed to make the Lothbrok brothers notice how you had turned into a beautiful woman. No longer the messy haired bundle of energy that would play-fight with them or get drunk with them but a woman who held herself with elegance and grace. While they had been away, Aslaug had turned you into someone much like herself.
Ivar first noticed Hvitserk being closer to you. The pair of you had been sparring, although their mother didn't approve, you would often join them in training when you were free to do so.
As you moved backwards, you stumbled over a small rock and while trying to catch you, Hvitserk's feet became tangled in your own. Crashing to the ground, Hvitserk arms were beside your head as he caught himself from squishing you. Your faces were inches apart as the hair falling out of his braid covered your faces like a curtain.
Ivar didn't miss the way, you stared at each other, breaths caught before you burst out laughing when Hvitserk dropped his head and blew a wet raspberry on your cheek, causing you to squeal with laughter and push him away.
The second was Sigurd. He nearly fell over when he walked into the hall and found you sitting on the floor in front of Sigurd. His arms were wrapped around you, from the chair above as he tried to teach you the strings to play a tune on the lyre. He'd been practicing for Ubbe and Torvi's wedding.
When he played it always sounded so beautiful but when you tried it sounded broken.
"Sigurd, you make it looks so easy" you whined and tried again before you both cringed at the noise it made "nope, I'm leaving the music to you"
"Probably best too, don't want to anger the gods at the wedding" He teased before surprisingly kissing your cheek. Sigurd had noticed Ivar watching and could help a smirk as he watched him leave before you looked to where Ivar had just been having missed him.
The third and final straw was Ubbe. Everyone was celebrating his marriage to Torvi. The hall was filled with music, laughter and drunken singing. It was late into the celebrations when he saw you speaking to Ubbe and Torvi.
He'd been watching you most of the day as you walked around, looking like a goddess in your flower crown, with your hair loose. You'd laughed and spoken with many people but not him. He supposed that was his own doing as he pushed you further and further away but how he wished it was himself that you were laughing with.
He watched over the rim of his cup as you took Ubbe's hand and began to dance. Sigurd and his band changed the music to a slower pace and Ubbe happily twirled you around, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. Ivar could see you talking and smiling with each other. Ubbe said something to make you laugh, the melody echoed in Ivar's ears.
He clenched his jaw, eyes trained on the pair of you before looking away as your eyes met his. When he looked back again, he felt his heart being squished as you kissed Ubbe's cheek. He slammed his cup down and angrily gathered his crutch.
He couldn't watch anymore. Ubbe was married and he still had your affection, all of them did but him. Sure, he'd never seen anything more than kisses on the cheek but it was more than you had been giving him.
Ever since they returned, you didn't follow him around like you used to. In the past he would throw a tantrum and yet you would still be there the next day but now you seemed to be allowing him to keep the distance that he created and he didn't like it.
He thought about going back in there and demanding you talk to him again, that's all he wanted, was for you to talk to him.
That was a lie, he wanted so much more. He wanted to wake up beside you, kiss you, feel your touch. He wanted have celebrations like this for the pair of you. To have the life you promised each other under that stupid tree when you were too young and naive to understand the promises you were making.
You were meant to be his, you were always his and now you were slipping away with every passing day.
He paused for a moment conflicted as to keep going or to turn around. If he kept going, he would have time to think but turning around meant he would get answers to satisfy the demons telling him, you hated him, that you couldn't love him, that you pitied him.
As he turned around, he was taken aback by you coming out of the hall making your way towards him. "There you are" You smiled at him "where are you going? I was looking for you"
"Well I'm right here, I have been all night. Not that you even care" Ivar's brow was creased, his eyes struggling to hide a burning anger.
"Not care? Ivar, of course I care" you smiled didn't fade as you looked at him "I wouldn't have come to find you if I didn't, you donkey"
"You have a funny way of showing it" he spat "Parading around all day. Laughing at any man's attention, even throwing yourself at the groom. It's embarrassing, like a dog in heat"
"Throwing myself at the groom?" Your smile dropped and turned into a frown "I was congratulating Ubbe on the marriage to the woman he's loved for years. Every woman can offer the groom to dance, mine was tame compared to Greta's, which you would have seen if you hadn't stormed out"
"I wasn't going to stay and watch you embarrass yourself any longer" he held his head high, looking down on you.
"Embarrass myself? I was having fun. Which is more than I can say for you. Sitting in the corner of your brother's wedding, watching me with a face like someone pissed in your cup" you spat back.
He was shocked by the fact you noticed him watching you. You always noticed those intense blue eyes on you.
"Honestly, Ivar, I don't understand what I have done," you sighed "Ever since you got back, you have been this brooding, and sometimes cruel bastard. I have seen you like that to others but never to me"
The way you said his name like it was laced with venom, hurt "So tell me Ivar, what have I done?"
His jaw clenched as he gripped his crutch harder. His demons were yelling at him to call you a whore, nothing more than someone to warm his brother's beds, that you only stuck around for the lifestyle his mother gifted you and that you'd do anything to keep it.
But he stopped himself, as he looked at you, the expectant look on your face, the hurt in your eyes and the heavy raise and fall of your chest as if you were scared of what was going to come out of his mouth. He knew his anger could be vicious but never had it been directed at you before.
"You make me feel…." He started before looking away from you "You make me feel," he quietly said, looking you in the eyes again "and I don't like it. I want it to stop. I don't know how to make it stop"
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+ · 。~ OC chart for Thyra
This is my oc chart for my oc Thyra! She will be the main character for my upcoming Vikings story! I’m still wondering if I should post the story on here as well, please let me know what you guys think! I hope you guys like her!
This was my first time doing something like this! I’m definitely going to be doing this for other oc’s of mine 🤗
Feel free to send in some asks or questions that you have for this story! I would love to answer them ���🏻
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A Snowy Army || Ragnarssons x fem!reader
Masterlist ❄
Summary: Making snow angels with Ivar is a whole new experience.
Warnings: none
Word count: 2409
Authors: Bear & Cass
A/N: today’s prompt: Making Snow Angels
Snow danced in the sunlight, a ballet choreographed by the gentle wind. As he watched, Ubbe's eyes widened, as wide as his younger brothers' when they saw the street had turned into a new page, ready for their playful feet and mittened hands. "Y/N?" Ubbe called your name, casting a glance through a chamber warmed by the crackling fire in the fireplace.
While carrying a few logs of wood to the fireplace to ensure everyone stays warm, you gasped in surprise upon hearing your name. "Yes, Ubbe?”
"Don't you think it's lovely outside?" Ubbe chimed in.
His words were met with Ivar's snorting. "Yeah, what beautiful weather, with cold wind and tons of snow."
"It's beautiful indeed, but it's a shame that such beautiful weather is accompanied by such a coldness," you replied softly.
Ivar clapped his hands and pointed to you, exclaiming, "See what I mean? Even a thrall understands that winter is dreadful. And mother claims that all the thralls are stupid."
Hvitserk had now joined the conversation he had overheard while napping by the fireplace. "Ivar, stop being a jerk to Y/N and behave."
You waved your hand and shrugged, "I'm used to it, no worries," you said. "Hvitserk? Do you need anything?”
"No, Y/N, but thank you for asking," Hvitserk replied, closing his eyes again in an attempt to fall back asleep.
Ubbe suggested, "Can we go outside for some fresh air?"
As Sigurd entered the Great Hall, his loud voice echoed from the walls, "I'm in. The snow is so fluffy, and it's not that cold outside."
As you glanced at Ubbe and others, you smiled but still wrapped fur around Hvitserk to make sure he wouldn't get cold. "Shall I bring your furs?”
"I have mine," Sigurd said, pointing to the thick fur he wore.
"I'll get mine, though. I believe we should give Hvitserk some rest for he had a rough night," Ubbe responded with a nod of his head.
"Bring me mine, thrall," Ivar said. "Did you forget I'm a cripple?"
"Ivar!” Ubbe yelled at his younger brother, this time being out of patience with his rude behavior.
As you bowed your head, you headed to bring Ivar's fur to avoid aggravating him further.
Ubbe approached Ivar, who was sitting by the table, sipping his herbal drink, and smacked the back of the younger man's head.
"Hey! What was that for?!" Ivar looked at his older brother, an unhappy grimace on his lips.
"What did I say about treating our thralls well?"
Ivar's fur was quickly found and returned to him by you. "Would you like me to help you put it on?”
After being chastised by his older brother, Ivar gave you a look and nodded, "Yes, please." He emphasized the last word to demonstrate to Ubbe that he understood his older brother's message.
Ubbe gave you a gentle smile and asked you to assist Ivar while he and Sigurd waited outside.
By softly nodding, you helped Ivar. You put the fur around his shoulders and then ensured it wouldn't slip off by wrapping it around him. "Here you go. Now you won't get cold."
"Thank you," Ivar whispered quietly after ensuring that none of his brothers were present, so they wouldn't mock him for being so polite; it was the side of himself he tried his hardest to hide from the world.
As you walked away to take care of your other duties, you said, "You're welcome."
You were just a thrall, no matter how much you wanted to join the brothers.
Ivar inquired, out of the blue, "Maybe you want to join us?"
Your eyes widened as you stared at Ivar.
Did he really invite you to join? You? Out of all the people.
"I would love to, but I'm not sure if I can."
"Why? I'm inviting you right now. Are you going to refuse my offer?"
"N-No. I wouldn't dare," you whispered.
As Ivar carefully sat on the floor and crawled toward the door, he said, "Follow me then and stop whining."
As soon as you found the fur you owned, you wrapped it around yourself before following Ivar.
Before leaving the Great Hall, Ivar put on his gloves to protect his hands from the cold of the frozen ground.
It wasn't long before Ubbe and Sigurd were joined by you and Ivar.
Ivar scoffed as he watched his older brothers fight with snowballs.
When you looked at Ivar, you asked, "You... You think I can try too?" Sure, Ivar invited you to join them, but you weren't sure if you could play around with them - they were princes and you were nothing but a thrall.
Ivar shrugged a little. "Of course, why not?"
With a smile, you grabbed some snow, made a ball out of it, and threw it at Ubbe.
The oldest brother gasped loudly, not expecting you to join them. A huge snowball soon hit your shoulder, and then your tummy.
You laughed loudly and decided not to let them win, so you threw more snowballs at Ubbe and Sigurd.
Ivar sat on the snowy ground, watching you all interact.
Soon after, Ubbe grabbed you by the waist and lifted you into his arms, making it impossible for you to escape as he locked you in a bear hug.
Trying to escape his tight embrace, you squealed loudly, but it was no use, so you just giggled.
And that was when you were attacked from behind by Sigurd, who stuffed some snow under your fur and tunic while Ubbe held you tightly in his arms.
The cold made you whimper loudly, "No! Not fair!"
Ivar couldn't stop laughing at the situation.
Ubbe set you back down and tapped your nose, "Come on, snow is great fun!"
You shook your head, "NOT WHEN IT GETS UNDER MY CLOTHES!"
"We can always help you get rid of those clothes," Sigurd slyly remarked.
Blinking, you blushed. "Well... I don't think such a thing would help me at the moment."
"You'd get warm again," he slightly wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
Ubbe shook his head a little and pulled you out of Sigurd's embrace. "The snow's fluffy, let's try something."
As you looked up at Ubbe, you asked happily, "Like snow angels?!"
Ivar was the one who made a comment on your words, "It's clear you used to be a Christian. You even refer to shapes made in fresh snow as angels."
As you shrugged, you explained, "That's what we always called them. Because they did indeed look like angels."
"Angels. Ha! Pathetic explanation," Ivar summed up wryly; it met Ubbe's disapproval.
"Ivar, if you have to say all these nasty words, better shut up this time," the oldest brother claimed.
"Ubbe it's okay. I'm used to it."
As soon as you left Ubbe, you landed on the snow right where you had hopped. As you moved your arms and legs, you created a shape in the snow; once you were done, you raised your hand in triumph. "Ubbe, can you help me get up?"
Ubbe took a giant step towards you and extended his hand, assisting you in getting back up.
Grasping his hand, you let him lift you up. Obviously, you were careful not to ruin your snowy creation. "It does look like an angel."
Ubbe examined the shape and quickly agreed with you that it did resemble an angel. "Y/N is correct."
You smiled and asked, "Ivar? Would you like to give it a try?"
Ivar looked up at you with a frown. "Do I appear to move my legs in the same way you did to make this shape? No, I don't believe so."
You thought for a moment. "You can move your arms! Your angel simply won't have a dress, or I can move your legs."
In a loud scowl, Ivar said, "Don't touch my legs, I can do everything by myself." After these words, Ivar crawled to where you had made your snow angel. He sat flatly on the snow, moved his left leg left, then his right leg left, then repeated the action in the other direction. After that, he lay heavily down and only moved his left arm a few times.
"If you don't do both arms, your angel will only have one wing," You said, hiding under Ubbe's soft fur.
Ivar sat on his butt again and started to draw something on the snow. Soon, he carefully left the snow and crawled out, revealing a shape looking like a warrior with a sword.
You and Ubbe walked closer. With a grin on your face, you nodded your head. "Well, that's always something new."
Ubbe slowly raised his eyebrow. "Well, that's interesting."
Sigurd was the second to approach and check the final result. "Ivar, brother, you're the man of many talents. Your talent goes far beyond being a brat. You have the power to fuck everything you get your hands on."
"Sigurd," you frowned at him and then smiled at Ivar. "Don't say that. Ivar makes pretty things in his own way. I like it."
Upon seeing Ivar looking up at you, you could swear he had a twinkle in his eye and a slight smile on his lips.
"Can you help me make more warriors like you did? WE COULD MAKE OUR OWN ARMY!" You enthusiastically inquired.
Ivar cocked his eyebrow while looking at you but nodded without unnecessary words.
You flopped down on the snow and began making your army.
Ivar observed you but soon followed, trying to make another shape in the fluffy snow.
As you copied his technique, you made some crooked shapes in the snow. You tried to make better-looking ones with an unhappy growl.
Ivar created a few more shapes with some struggles, but after that he was truly proud with the final outcome.
As Ubbe helped you shake the snow off your fur, you smiled and thanked him.
You looked proudly at all the shapes. "Beware! I present to you your brother's army that will conquer the world!"
Ivar, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at you and actually gave you a smile. "It's not that bad in the end. They don't look like pathetic angels."
"I won't do snow angels again," you giggled, "They look like great warriors, so it will be only snow warriors from now on."
"Snow warriors, I like it, actually," Ivar replied proudly.
Despite rolling his eyes, Sigurd agreed that the shapes looked pretty neat.
Your head was bowed, and you said, "It's your own army, my prince."
Ivar kept smiling at you, but soon his smile vanished from his lips.
As Sigurd walked away, he mocked, "This is the only army he'll ever get.".
Using some snow, you rolled a ball and threw it at Sigurd. You walked to Ivar next. "Don't worry. You'll have a great army soon, I'm sure."
Ubbe watched the scene for a moment, but soon he decided it was time to leave you and Ivar alone, so you could try to get along together - Ivar used to be very snappy towards you since the very first day you were taken in by Ragnar and Aslaug.
"Yeah, in my fucking dreams."
"Oh, Ivar. Please, you never know what gods have prepared for you," you reassured him.
"Gods seem to hate me," he told you, slowly crawling away.
Following him, you shook your head. "No, Ivar. They don't. You are still here. It means one thing - they have a great plan for you."
"How can you be so cheerful? So full of hope?" He asked with a nasty tone.
"The positive side of life is what I try to focus on," you explained. "By being down the entire time, you will make things harder for yourself."
Ivar crawled to the nearest stable, where he crawled inside and sat on the hay. He started petting one of the horses. "Maybe you're right."
It was brave of you to sit next to him. "Each of us has a purpose in this world. If you are here, it means your purpose hasn't yet been fulfilled."
"Maybe you're right. I dream of becoming the most powerful man in the world."
"My belief is that one day you will be the most powerful man in the world."
He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you. "You say all those things, and you're kind to me only because I am a cripple, and you're scared of my mother."
There was a roll of the eyes from you. The reason I am polite to you is because I want to, and even if you aren't nice sometimes, I don't think you deserve to be hated or treated worse than others."
His eyebrow slowly went up a little as Ivar tilted his head.
"What?”
"Am I saying something?"
As you shrugged, you replied, "No, but I've seen this look before."
"Do you?"
"Yes," Nodding, you grabbed his chin and turned his face enough to kiss him gently.
Ivar gasped; this was the last thing he expected of you. Your lips were soft, warm and welcoming. Ivar instinctively closed his eyes and moved his lips slowly against yours, giving the kiss back.
After kissing him for a moment longer, you pulled away. Seeing his lightly shocked expression, you giggled. "Would you be able to smile for me now?"
Hesitantly, Ivar smiled but soon turned his head away, trying to hide the blush and surprise that painted on his face.
You kissed his cheek briefly and got up to leave the stable. "This expression suits you much better," you said. "We'd better get back before your mother gets angry at me."
"Angry at you? Why? You're guarding her crippled son," Ivar patted the horse one last time and crawled slowly after you.
You concluded, "I keep him outside when it's freezing as well. If you get sick, it's my fault. Not only will she punish me for that, but she will make me take care of you, and you're even more moody when you're sick."
"That's not true," he protested, but followed you anyway.
"How could that be? Every time you are sick, you almost cry that you are dying."
"Because this is how I feel, like dying!"
"Oh, yes, yes. Let's get back inside. I will make you something warm to drink."
He followed you, thinking he could warm himself up with one more kiss from you.
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Once upon a fairy tale - Ubbe Ragnarson (5)
Yass I’ve got some good old feelings FOR YOU
Other parts: Once Upon A Fairy Tale Masterlist
Plot: no longer under the pressure of an arranged marriage and with the hunting raid around the corner, you can almost taste your freedom. But something new awakens and neither Ubbe and you know how to deal with it.
Even though things did change, your room didn’t. No one came to move your things away, no one offered you another room. Aslaug disappeared as soon as Ragnar hugged you and you hadn’t seen or heard about her since. So you stayed in Ubbe’s chambers.
He hadn’t said anything either, and during the week previous to the hunting trip, you discovered he didn’t only feel guilty for the soldier, but also for you. For the first time, you could actually look like an engaged couple. Outside the bedroom, you had breakfast, lunch and dinner together in the great hall, walking shoulder to shoulder. There were no longer empty chairs besides you, nor bruises or scratches on him.
Seven mornings in a row, you woke up on your own, Ubbe long gone. You changed into appropriate clothes and left the room. During the morning, you had decided to make the garden yours, and even found a young girl who helped you with simple tasks. Daughter of a servant, you guessed she had been assigned as your shadow. But you didn’t complain, because she was nice and you weren’t lonely.
Seven afternoons, you had lunch with the royal family and all of his sons. Cordial conversation rose in the table, and even a few shared laughs. Both your father and Ragnar seemed to be getting healthier day by day, going as far as training together like old times. After that, you busied yourself with pointless, wife duties like knitting or having tea.
Seven evenings in a row, Ubbe waited for you outside the women’s room and walked with you for a while.
That was what surprised you most about what Ragnar had promised. You didn’t know if it was his doing or Ubbe’s, but either way, for the first time, you spent time with him that wasn’t an obligation or a prank. He still smelt like horse and sometimes like forest, and didn’t try to match his step with yours.
For seven days, you experience what you should had during sixteen years.
“Will you be going to the hunting raid?” you asked Ubbe the last evening, as you watched the sun disappear from the west tower. “It’s tomorrow”
“I don’t know yet. If my father leaves, I should stay”
“But it’s only a hunting raid. What can go wrong in the meantime?” you smiled at the sights, covering your eyes with your left hand. “Or are you afraid of not hitting anything?”
“If anything, of making everyone look like a fool and finishing before time”
Ubbe was glad because, even if things had changed, you could still banter with him. Small comments or observations that made him smile and look away, different from the ones you usually shared. That didn’t expect a formal answer from him.
He knew you had to take a decision, and a week ago, he took upon himself to help you take it. Ragnar didn’t need to talk to him, he was conscious enough of the situation – no matter how friendly the relationship was, what happened in the courtyard demanded retaliation. If it had happened in Wessex with any of the Ragnarsons, there would have been hell to pay.
But you had agreed to wait another week and Ubbe intended to show you that he could be nice, that there were more than monsters and empty shadows in his castle.
So, the first day, he waited for you to take a walk, and endured the awkward silence until the sun set. The second day was easier, and now, he wondered if he would miss those short and awkward walks once you were gone.
Because he knew that you would leave tomorrow, once the hunting raid was over. On good terms, hopefully, but with the marriage deal broken. He was glad he had been left out of that decision. Even though his answer would have been clear some years ago, now he wasn’t so sure.
You watched the sunset in silence, leaning against the tower’s edge, elbows touching.
“Ubbe!” someone called from below, and soon, Hvitserk appeared through the door. “Where the fuck have you been?”
“Here. As every other day” the prince answered, turning around to look at his brother. “What do you need?”
“Father is preparing the horses for tomorrow. He was asking if you were coming. Everyone is”
Hvitserk didn’t look at you, and once you made sure he had no intention of acknowledging your presence, you turned back to the sky.
One of the things that hadn’t changed was the middle prince’s opinion about you. Growing up, he had been Ubbe’s shadow, so he mimicked his feelings for you. Since the incident and following events, he had been overly protective of the heir of the crown. There hadn’t been a single day where your walk hadn’t been interrupted by Hvitserk. He liked the idea of you leaving, but wasn’t fond of the time you shared with Ubbe.
There was no need to ask Ubbe about his horse. Or about his missing sword, a servant’s wage and Sigurd’s stomach ache. But still, he always found an excuse to appear.
“They can wait. I’m busy, Hvitserk” Ubbe said.
When he turned back to your original position, he was closer to you, now not only your shoulders but your arms touching. You held your breath, trying to remind yourself that next day you would be on your way home, with no annoying princes or a promised hand.
Hvitserk didn’t take the leave and leaned against the edge too, on Ubbe’s left side. You knew that any type of moment you could have shared that day was over, because he wouldn’t leave without his brother.
It wasn’t as if you enjoyed those walks, or as if you would admit it. They were nice because the conversation was far more interesting than with the women and servants, and what if you chose your best dresses? It was your last week there and you had right to use them.
You certainly didn’t enjoy the warmth in your chest or the tickles in your stomach. You only enjoyed the views.
Moving away from the edge, you were awfully aware of every inch of skin, through clothes, that touched Ubbe. Maybe it was him who kept you warm, or maybe it was the sudden breeze that summer nights always brought.
“I’ll be on my way. I still have some things to do before tomorrow”
“Let me walk you back” he turned around.
“Father won’t be too happy about it. She can find her way back, right, Y/N?” Hvitserk raised too, looking between you and Ubbe.
“Just – go check on the horses or whatever you need to do, don’t worry. See you at dinner?” you asked, ignoring Hvitserk. Ubbe ignored him too, smiling softly.
“Yes. I’ll you there”
Before you could think about staying or taking up on his offer, you walked down the stairs and out of sight.
The brothers were quiet as they heard your shoes hitting every step, each time farther. Then, the familiar voice of your assigned guard that accompanied you usually, and that always stayed a few steps behind Ubbe when you two walked.
The sun was down but there was still enough light so that Hvitserk could see his brother frowning at him. His relationship had had its ups and down, but since they were kids, they had been attached to the hip. Ubbe loved him like no other, and Hvitserk looked up at him in every aspect. As the years went by, they had each chosen their path – Ubbe of responsibility and Hvitserk of the free life.
Until a week ago, they had no secrets for each other.
But now Ubbe didn’t know what to think. He knew him well enough to notice Hvitserk wasn’t just happy that you left. As kids, he was the one who proposed the meanest pranks, who begged Ubbe to leave you out of the games. Ubbe didn’t think apathy or distrust was what he felt for you, at least not alone.
“Why do you always do this?” he confronted his brother. “We’ve spent weeks without talking. And now you need me every day?”
“Certainly, it’s not my fault that you spend every single second of the day with her”
“I don’t. We eat together and we take walks, but I train in the mornings. And I’m not with her in the afternoon” Ubbe reminded him. “I’m available almost at all times, but you only need me now. You’re going to tell me why you don’t want me to spend time with Y/N?”
His brother scoffed, and the confused look he was trying to keep up crumbled under annoyance. Indeed, he had had enough opportunities to talk to his brother that day, and his father hadn’t even asked for Ubbe, just the groom in the stables.
Crossing his arms, Hvitserk leaned against the edge, where you had been a moment ago.
“Because she’s Y/N. We don’t spend time with her, and you don’t watch sunsets from the west tower with her. Last time I checked, we hated her”
“I don’t hate her. No more than she hates me” Ubbe scoffed.
“Last week, you did”
“Yeah, well, last week was different. We owe them to be nice, she deserves it. She was attacked by our own soldiers”
“Taking walks doesn’t change anything. For all I care, she should have been the one with her head open. Arnold did what every one of us wanted to do. What someone should have done”
Taking walks didn’t solve anything, didn’t change the past, but Hvitserk’s words made his stomach turn. Arnold, the man Ubbe had killed cold-blooded, deserved what he got, because not only he had attacked someone defenseless, but showed no respect for the king’s decisions.
What bothered Ubbe the most was that it would have been a real possibility if he had been slower, if someone tripped you and you had hit your head on the floor. Not only guilt but anger flowered when his brother talked so freely, and he found gripping Hvitserk’s neckline and dragging him away from the edge.
Ubbe used his brother’s surprise to corner him against the opposite wall, next to the stairs from which you had disappeared shortly.
“Don’t say that again” he muttered, flaring his nostrils and tightening his grip. “A man who is capable of assaulting a woman is no worth the air he breathes”
“Ubbe, it’s Y/N”
“And you’ll treat her with the respect she deserves” Ubbe held his brother as he tried to move away. “No more insults, no more interruptions, nothing. You aren’t allowed to have an opinion about her. And that’s not an advice, brother, it’s an order from your future king”
Both brothers stared at each other, in silence.
The king’s card didn’t come up often, but it was a reality none of the Ragnarsons brothers talked about. Ubbe would be king. Because he was just a year older, he would be king when Ragnar died, and unless he died without an heir, neither of them would sit on the throne. Even if that wasn’t enough reasons, they all knew he was the best fit. People talked; the brothers heard.
Ragnar’s brother was in France, Sigurd had no fit as a warrior, and Hvitserk’s reputation preceded him.
Ubbe had to carry not only the weight of the crown and decisions he had to make, but also the possibility of one of his brothers trying to skip him to the throne.
Looking at his brother’s eyes, as sunlight disappeared and let place for the moon, he felt that possibility closer than ever.
“You know what I think, Ubbe?” Hvitserk whispered, dark shadows dancing in his eyes. “I think you’re willing to hold onto a burning nail to keep the throne. Father will be dead soon and you need a queen”
“That’s not true”
“I wouldn’t dare to talk about your queen in your presence, your majesty” he continued, hate seeping through his words. “Be careful. Anyone would think you’re already in love with her”
With those final words, Hvitserk pushed Ubbe back and disappeared through the stairs, leaving the prince behind with clenched teeth and a pained heart.
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Sweeter than honey.. Part 2
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Summary: You're a close friend to the modern!Ragnarssons, and when you find yourself in a bad place they help. Even if it's finding a new room to rent, or your sex-life.
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3 months later....
You spent the last 3 months picking up the pieces. Ivar and Hvitserk were with you all the way, Ubbe and Bjorn too when they were in town. The only brother you didn't see the past 6 months was Sigurd. You two weren't particulary close especially since Ivar was closer to you and they hated eachother. Sigurd had a way to always get under Ivar's skin. That day you got home to an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to the door. You went to the livingroom to find Ivar, Hvitserk and Sigurd on the couch playing on the ps5.
-I love all the pillows in my room, thanks (Y/n). - said Sigurd with a cocky smile on his face.
-Yea no, i'm renting that room, you can take the couch or i dont care, but not my room.
Ivar sighed at his brother as he got up from the couch, walking up to oyu and putting a hand around your waist.
-Or maybe we could share your bed? - he leaned in close, and you didn't see but Ivar and Hvitserk sat there with clenched jaws, barely holding back.
-In your dreams asshat. - you said before twirling out of his arms sitting between Hvitserk and Ivar on the couch.
-So where am i gonna go then? - he asked suddenly pissed.
-Well you can take mine, i have a date anyways. - said Ivar standing up to leave.
-Good luck tiger. - you smiled at him snuggling up to Hvitserk.
-Wait, you don't have a date tonight doll? - Hvitserk held you closer as you heard the front door closing, Sigurd leaving after Ivar.
-No, not after the last time. - you say with a sigh.
-Why? Was he an asshole? Do i need to go and find him? - he asked wriggling his eyebrows.
-Nah, he was fine. Except for... -you say motioning downwards.
-Was it too small? - he mocked you, as he curled a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.
-Nah, it was average, but.. he.. um.. - you felt suddenly shy, you shared everything with them, but right now, in his arms, looking up at him, only you realized how close he was. - you know when they are like.. go in without foreplay, finish in 10 seconds and ask you if you finished?
He laughed as he nuzzled your nose.
-Pretty girl left high and dry? tsk tsk, but no i don't know that. Actually i can't imagine that.. i mean how sexy when a woman is begging for me to let her go and don't make her come the 4th time? - he said cheekily as your breathing hitched. -Ah, what's with the blush? Was it long ago?
-Oh um.. i .. not really, i mean... i .. i usually just help myself.. - you said shrugging your shoulders before taking a sip of his beer.
-Oh yea? And i never heard you?
-You're never home when i get home from these "awesome" dates. - you said smirking before you go to the kitchen to get yourself a vodka with applejuice. That was your go-to. You don't notice how he watched your butt in your oh-so-short shorts you usually wear at home.
When you get back to the couch you decided on a Shameless marathon. A few hours and a few drinks later you and Hvitserk are out on the balcony smoking quietly. He stands behind you, his front to your back as he snakes an arm around you.
-I could help you though. - he murmurs before gently nuzzling into your neck.
-With what?
-Well i could show you a good time. - he said kissing your neck.
-Don't fool around Hvitty.
-Not fooling. - he whispered as he started to nip at your ear. Making you sigh as you try to clench your thighs together without him noticing.
-Hvitserk.. - you whimper. - we shouldn't do this.. we're friends since forever..
-All the more reason to do it. We know eachother, we are comfortable, it's safe.. cmon (Y/n), let's have some fun.. Those bastards won't be back until tomorrow.. - he said as his hands started to roam around you while he was kissing your neck again.
-With one condition. - you said as you turned in his arms, one hand immediately settling on your butt as the other held you flush to him as he nodded waiting for your conditions. - you won't tell your stupid brothers, and we don't let it fuck up our friendship. it's just a one time thing.
-Whatever you want princess. - he says before gently kissing you. You sighed into the kiss, and he took the opportunity to deepen it. You didn't even noticed that he started to walk you back into the apartment and to his room, until he pushed you back to his now closed door, hands going under your thighs as he held you up.
He then slowly walked to his bed with you in his arms, not breaking the kiss. He gently put you in the bed before breaking the kiss as he hovered over you with a small smile. Eyes searching for yours.
-Can i? - he said as his hand played with the hem of your shirt, and you nod shyly. He took it off his hand smoothing over your skin gently, leaving goosebumps in its wake, gently hooking into the waistband of your short, leaving you in your under wear. He kisses anywhere he can before settling between your legs, teasing with featherlight touches over your clothed nub, and the very sides of your folds. You never felt this turned on in your life, it made you more talkative that you usually were.
-Hvitserk.. please... - you moaned quietly, as he nuzzled his nose into your panties. He licked a slow strip upwards, and you could feel yourself soaking your panties. He gently hooked a finger into your panties, pushing them to the side before he started to lick you. The gentleness didn't lasted too long before hestarted to eat you out like a starving man. Noone ever ate you out like this, almost as if they were all bored, but not Hvitserk, he seemed to actually get off of your pleasure which made you even hornier. But when you were at the brink of coming, and your hands found his hair he suddenly stopped. And with a smirk he climbed over you kissing you playfully, making you taste yourself. You sighed.
-That's mean... - you said pouting.
-I know baby, but no touching for you. Tonight's about you. So keep your hands to yourself or i'll tie you to my bed. - he winked at you before his hand wandered to your already soaked mound. His small touches made you shiver as you looked at him pleading. Your eyes shut the moment he slipped two fingers inside of you so you didn't see the loving look on his face as you slowly came undone on his fingers, in his bed, your hands clutching the bedframe. You were a good girl, his good girl, at least in this moment. He helped you ride out your high before settling himself between your legs. Somewhere along the way he got naked, and you couldn't help but admire his body under your lashes. He searched for a rubber in his drawer when you interrupted him.
-Forget that shit, im on the pill and im clean. - he never in his life dove in faster before, lining himself up and paaainfully slowly sinking himself into you. When he was seated fully, he leaned in t o kiss you as he felt you fluttering around him. He was nibbling on your lips, member still unmoving when you started to grind your hips making him moan into your mouth.
-You'll be the death of me. - he said before he picked up his pace. You were moaning under him, hands still holding the bedframe. - Taking me so well... If i knew you'd feel like heaven i'd try something sooner.. - he cooed.
He pushed down your bra and took one of your nipples in his mouth, circling it with his tongue.
-Hvitserk.. - you moaned his name and he felt you fluttering around himself.
-C'mon baby.. give me one more.. - he said as he kissed your sternum, his pace still unforgiving as you came undone under him a second time. At this point you barely knew anything else than his name. He moved slowly inside of you now. Smiling at your blissful state, peppering kisses wherever he could. He put one hand over your wrists as he pickud up his speed again his other hand holding your waist, surely leaving marks.
-You have one more sweetheart.. i can feel it.. want you to cum with me. - he growled. You felt so good around him. snug and velvety. He was hooked.
-Hvitty.. Hvitty... - you moaned as you neared your third orgasm. He took his hand from your waist and started rubbind circles around your oversensitive clit, making you come undone again, and the fluttering of your walls pushed him over the edge too. He caressed your body harsly as he painted your walls white, collapsing on top of you, gathering you in his arms. He placed your hands around his neck then swiped a few locks of your hair out of your face before caressing your cheek.
He cleaned you up, and took you in his arms. The drinks in your system made you forget that he won't leave the next morning, but you fell asleep regardless. He couldn't though. He watched you sleep in his arms in your naked glory. You were peaceful and perfect. You fit in his arms just as perfectly as you fit around Him.
He will try to think of something. He promised after all..
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The next day you woke up in Hvitserks arms. A slight panic on your face as you realize that you are very much naked, and not in your room, and you can hear Ivar and Ubbe in the kitchen.
You slap Hvitserk awake.
-You gotta help me. If they figure i slept in here i'm never gonna hear the end of it. - you said to him pissed.
-Mkay baby, just. sleep a bit more. - he said trying to snuggle closer to you. That's when you hear a knock on the door.
-Hvitty, you decent? i'm coming in! - said Ubbe as you basically jump and hide in the closet. You forget your shorts and shirt, muttering a small shit as the door opens and Ubbe finds Hvitserk laying in his bed, the duvet over his nether parts.
-WHat's up Ubbe? - he asks in his morning voice.
-You seen (Y/n) yet? She's usually up by now, i wanted to ask if she'd be up to a double date. There's this girl, Margrethe and she says she'll only go on a date with me if i bring someone for his brother.
-I've been sleeping until now, maybe she went for a run or some shit. - he said indifferent but you could see his jaw clenching when Ubbe mentioned the brother of this girl.
When Ubbe left the room, thankfully not noticing your clothing or so you thought.. Hvitserk invited them out for a smoke so you can sneak out and into your room.
When you emerged again it was as if you had just slept in. You started to make coffee. Ivar popped up next to you, Ubbe and Hvitserk on the other side of the counter.
-Hey princess,had a long night? - teased Ivar.
-Yea, we had a shameless marathon adn drank a bit. WHo knew that a drinking game where you drink everytime there's nipples, boobs, butts and dicks will get you drunk in no time.. - you said laughing a bit.
-I wouldn't drink unless they are yours. - winked Ivar and you felt a blush creep up your neck. - wait wait.. what do we have here? - he said as he gently brushed your hair away from your neck, revealing a hickey.
-Oh shut it, date 3 nights ago. - you said, trying to save face. You knew damn well that it was from Hvitserk, and also that date finished in 10 second, not paying attention to oyu... no way he would've leave a hickey. You brushed your hair back, briefly looking over at Hvitserk who had a cocky smile on his face.
-You finally got laid? Way to go babe! Now that calls for a celebration, all of us, in the club, tonight. No excuses. - said Ivar. - Ubbe you can bring your girl and her brother too.
That made Hvitserk clench his jaw again. He's not gonna let that bastard get close to you.
-Be pretty. - said Ivar kissing your cheek before leaving with Ubbe who was already on the phone with Margrethe. Leaving you and Hvitserk staring at eachother.
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At the club...
You were out on the dancefloor, the boys were up in the VIP when Ubbe and Margethe and her brother Harik arrived. When Ubbe asked them where you were, Ivar smirked and pointed at you. A single light on you as you danced, a swarm of men and women dancing around you, kind of fighting for your attention.
-You didn't say she was a goddess... - said Harik already licking his lips as he stalked to you as if you were his prey. Margrethe sat down between Ubbe and Hvitserk and started flirting with them both. Ubbe didn't mind, they usually share women but this time Hvitserk seemed reluctant. Nothing a bit of magic powder wouldn't solve though. The boys started to party, as Harik started to hit on you. You didn't give a shit about him occasionally smiling at him as you danced as if you had heard what he said. The truth is you didn't give a shit. You had enough alcohol in your system to think that maybe you could go for Hvitserk tonight too. You excused yourself to the bathroom and when you came out again, you were yanked back into a hard chest. Harik whispered in your ear as his hands roamed your body. You would've been happy if this was Hvitserk, but no, not Harik. You elbowed him in the crotch when nothing else worked and ran. You felt so vunerable, so humiliated your tears started to fall as you ran through the dance floor, back up to the vip for your bag so you can leave.
-Shit, (Y/n), whats wrong? - asked Bjorn with concern, You just shook your head and saw Hvitserk and Ubbe all over Margrethe.. it was ok for Ubbe, but it wasn't a full 24 hours since Hvitserk came in you... You grabbed your bag, running out of the club. Only Bjorn noticed and then a fuming Harik came and grabbed Margrethe from between his brothers.
-Deals off. The bitch elbowed me in the crotch when i tried to get her to blow me near the toilets... - he said fuming.
Bjorn stood up, so did Ivar, shoving the girl he tongue fighted a minute ago.
-She's not a bitch, and maybe she didn't elbow you if you'd be the gentleman you said you were. She can smell a douche from a mile. - said Bjorn before taking his jacket and going after you.
He found you near the back alley, crying. He walked up to you and hugged you close.
-Shhh, it's okay sweetheart. I'm here, you're safe. Ivar will take care of the bastard i promise. - you sniffled into his chest as he held you even thighter.
-I-i just- i... i was so terrified. I though hes gonna... he's gonna..... he had an arm around my neck and his other hand already started to... i ...
-Shhh. it's okay.. i just told it to Ivar, - he said pocketing his phone - now, let's get you home allright? - he asked with concern.
When you got home, he followed you to your room.
-Do you need anything sweetheart?
-I.. i don't wanna be alone... could you stay? At least until someone comes home? - you asked sniffling.
-Course i can stay. Scoot over. - he said as he got into your bed, making you lay your head on his chest, his hand gently drawing circles on your back. Your dress had a lowcut back, so he was caressing your skin. You slowly snaked a hand on his stomach snuggling closer. You put your leg over his. His touch caused goosebumps to rise all over your skin, and you heard a low chuckle.
-You cold sweetheart?
-Nah, these kind of caresses just make me horny. - you said noticing that he did not stop. You felt brave enough so you snaked your hand under his shirt, feeling his muscles. Gently scratching it, you earned a sigh and a kiss to the top of your head.
-Playing a dangerous game there... - he growled and you giggled gently scratching further down, stopping just above his belt.
-Love games. - you whispered as you started to undo his belt buckle and his pants, grabbing his already hard member through his briefs. He grabbed you and made you staddle him. Looking you in the eye. You leaned down and kissed him, slowly as if asking for permisson, but when his hands grabbed your thighs and he licked your lower lip asking for an opportonutiy to deepen the kiss, you were gone. You didn't want the slow foreplay, you wanted to touch him all over. You gently scooted down, freeing his member. He tried to protest but you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought of sucking him, so thats just what you did. You licked from the base to the tip, making him groan as you took him into your mouth. You started bobbing your head, hand stroking what you couldn't take in your mouth.
-Jesus (Y/n).. - he said his hand taking a handful of your hair. He moaned and you felt him twitch in your hold. You released him with a loud pop. And climbed on him for a kiss.
He spanked your butt, making you moan before he shoved his hand between you two.
-Sucking me off made you this wet? - he asked fingers gently teasing your etrance. You just nod with a smirk. - such a good girl. - he said as he lined himself up with your needy hole, and you sank down on him. Hips gently moving back and forth as you rode him. You were a sight to behold. He held your hips, kissed your neck and collarbones. He could see your nipples poking through your dress. He took it off, and kissed your chest all over. Mumbling sweet nothings on your skin, pulling orgasms from you, before spilling his seed inside of you. He then pulled you close, dick still inside you. You fell asleep like that. In his hold, feeling safe and content.
The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, but a note on the bedside table.
I wish i could've stayed and held you, but i couldn't risk my brothers finding me there. We would never hear the end of it. Someday though ;)...
You smiled at the sweetness of it, before heading to the shower.
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I am here now [ubbe fic]
Ubbe has been gone and his wife misses him. She dreams of him, waking up to find he has returned.
It had been three months since he left. To England. Again. You missed him terribly. Waking up in an empty bed, and returning to a cold house. No one to share mealtimes with or discuss how your day went. Life felt grey when he was gone.
After another sunless day, it was time for bed. You bundled under the furs and drifted off to sleep.
You were running through a field, laughing into the air. The sun shining, in the lush Nordic summertime. You turned you head back to see Ubbe, chasing you. He laughed as he gained speed. Finally he tackled you, and the two of you crashed into the ground. You both groaned as the wind left your lungs for a moment before collapsing into another round of giggles. You were a tangle of arms and legs, laying together, in the tall grass. He cradled your head in one hand, keeping it from the dirt. As you both quieted down, he lifted his other hand hand to the hair that framed your face and stroked it, staring into your eyes. His hands were rough from his scars and calluses, signs of hard work. And yet, it was the most gentle sensation in the world. He caressed you so delicately, like you were the most important thing in the world. It felt so real. So tactile. So… there.
You gasped awake and went to reach for the knife under your pillow, but before you could move, those blue eyes stopped you in your tracks. Ubbe sat on the edge of the bed, his hand caressing the side of your head and he whispered, “I missed you.”
In shock, you reached out your arms and pulled him down to hug you. You held him against your chest for a long moment, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I missed you so much, my love,” you sighed.
You felt him smile, his cheek pressed flush to yours as his beard tickled your neck. “Every day, I thought of you. Every night, I wished you were with me.”
You both laid like that, together only lit by a quickly burning candle in the corner, for a long time. You felt hot tears spring to your eyes and spill out as you cried, “I love you, Ubbe.”
He rose out of your hug and looked you in the eyes, one hand on either side of your face. “Why these tears?”
“I don’t know, I just missed you so badly. My days are not the same when you are gone.”
“Mine either.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “But I am here now.”
He sat up, kicking off his boots and quickly stripped his outer layers and crawled over you to climb under the furs. He pulled you flush against him, face to face, arms encircling your waist.
“I am here now, with you. And I will not go for a very long time.”
You both drifted into an easy, deep sleep, waking to find one another again in the morning.
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Hey everyone !!
I again need your help. Does any of you know of good multi-chapter fic about vikings x reader, preferably ivar x reader or poly ragnarssons x reader.
Thanks in avance, self mention is appreciated as always.
I'll be waiting for your fics rec and I'm eager to read them.
Thanks 🥰🤗
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Viking Men Coming Home from a Battle
Pairing: Ivar, Ragnar, Rollo, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Harekr x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, reunion, kissing, cuddles, injuries, bragging, size difference, bruises, Reader being lifted up
A/N: Did I watch the whole show and its sequel just because Bradley James appears in it for 5 episodes? No, of course not! That's be crazy, that'd be... ok yes I did.
Ivar is already home before you arrive, sitting on the bed and smiling at you. He beckons you closer, pulling you into his lap as soon as you're within his reach. Sweaty as he may be he's not letting you go without giving you a kiss. There needs to be some time that you spend cuddling in his lap before he's ready to let you go, he's missed you, he's missed how you feel, how your soft lips feel on his rough ones. He needs a reminder.
Ragnar announces his return at the door. He leans against the doorframe and waits for you to run into his loving arms, lifting you up and spinning you around and into a kiss. He takes his time kissing you and running his hands over your body, slowly, paying attention to the way your breath stops and the way you gasp. The house smells nice so he can only assume you've been making food, such a shame because it's about to go cold, he needs to bed his wife first.
Rollo brags heavily about his victories and battles long into the night while holding you against his chest. He's loud, laughing and very animated as he talks to you but as soon as he's done he goes quiet as he melts into your embrace, needing your touch as much as he needed that rush of a new conquest. As his lover you find the two sides of him complementary, giggling at his soft smile when you brush his hair off his forehead and give him a soft kiss as welcome.
Ubbe brings you gifts when he comes home, the biggest being his kiss and smile of course but also new rings and necklaces that he's made for you on his way back. He would love to make love to you tonight but he's too tired from battle, so you'll have to settle for him nuzzling his head against your stomach as you run your fingers through his hair, unraveling his braid while he drifts off to sleep, only managing to give you a few sleepy kisses.
Hvitserk sneaks into the house and embraces you from behind, laughing as you struggle which lets you know that its him. Good thing you realized it because you were just about to kick him between his legs. That'd be painful, plus bad for what he has planned for later. But for now he wants to cup your face and gently press kisses to your cheeks. He's back, and he's not letting you leave his side until he has another battle to go to, he's just missed you so much.
Harekr can't wait to get you into his bed. He's kissing you the second he walks through the door, his hands running over your body, trying to get your clothes off, trying to eliminate any barriers between your bodies before he carries you to bed and makes your body familiar with his again. After the fun is done he can devote some time to his bruises and injuries, you take priority to those any day. If he is bruised up them you need some too, less severe and panful but visible non the less.
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Ragnar: Am I a bad father, Ubber?
Ubbe: my name is Ubbe
Ragnar: it’s not what I asked about!
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Hi, would like to make a Vikings request, :)
Hvitserk x Female Reader / or Ivar x Female Reader.
I was thinking of something like she is trained by him (sword fighting/archery) but he has made it a point to give her tips on many other things, he watches closely what she eats, what she does, and he even tries to give her tips on women problems.
(Would love to have a really funny story).
Thanks in advance :)
Greetings Pop.
I hope this fits your request! Tell me what you thought of it!
-Monique ^^
kind advice.
Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader
Warnings: none, swearing?
977 Words
Being friends with Hvitserk was hard, harder than one might think. People believed that Ivar was the most moody and annoying son of Ragnar, but he was in fact not. Hvitserk was even worse when he helped her train to become a shield-maiden. Command after command, it was hideous, but she needed his help.
Ubbe was busy with his newly married bride, Sigurd wasn't very fond of her because she was friends with the brother he despised the most. So training with Hvitserk while Ivar watched and occasionally laughed at his older brother getting his ass handed back to him by a girl, was her only option left.
"Brother!" A chuckle made them both stop in their track, looking towards the boy distracting them. "You seem to be getting worse and worse every seconds." Another laughed followed, making the man underneath the girl grunt in annoyance. "Shut up, Ivar!" Getting off of him she smiled, helping him up, earning a smile in return.
Wiping his face he couldn't help but smirk, knowing how he went easy on her until now. "What are you smirking for?" A teasing grin on her face as she got back into her start position. "You're just gonna taste the dirt and mud again." Another laugh sounding from where Ivar sat, making Hvitserk roll his eyes, but not losing his smirk.
After another fight, she was the one on the ground breathing heavily under the smirking man. "You got a little dirt on your face." The teasing tone in his voice, making her angry and frustrated as she pushed him off. Laughing he got up, raising his hands in defense. Seeing her wipe her bloody nose, made him put his arms down, smirking slightly. "You always move the same way, each movement is predictable for your opposite. Try changing that."
After many tries and even more tries she finally was able to get better, a pout on her face because of how hard it actually was to beat Hvitserk and a frown on Ivars face because of how his brother did in fact not get his ass kicked by a girl.
Walking back to Kattegad Ivar wouldn't stop complaining while Hvitserk continued watching her closely. "You walk weird." He broke his silence after a while, making the girl opening her mouth just to close it again, making him grin in return. "Maybe that's why you're fighting is so sloppy. Of course it could be-" He was about to continue his torment as Ubbe walked up to them, a kind smile on his features.
"Mother wanted me to come get you to feast with her. You too." He nodded at the girl, giving her a playful grin. She admired Ubbe, he was almost exactly like she remembered Ragnar to be, back when she was little. Smiling back she walked quietly with the other boys to the great hall. A smile spread on Aslaugs face as she saw her sons and their friend enter.
Seeing the food on the table everyone quickly set down, taking what they could, putting it on their plates. Hvitserk was smirking, studying the girls plate. "Maybe you shouldn't eat so much, it will slow you down if you get-" Sending him a sharp glare the girl swallowed the piece of fish she had in her mouth. "Hvits, I swear to the gods, if you finish this sentence I will shove my sword so far up your-" A cough from Aslaug interrupter her, making her blush and look down, mumbling a quiet apology towards the woman.
The grin on Hvitserk face only grew, seeing how he got under her skin as he himself finished his drink and food. As they all sat in different spots, busying themselves with anything they could. Watching her he realized another thing that would make her furious. With an even brighter grin he got up and sat down on a tree stump behind her. "Are you having your woman problem?"
With confusion she turned towards him raising an eyebrow. "My mother told me about the problem a woman has once a month, you know bleeding out of your..." His face scrunched up in disgust. "Maybe that's ruining your fighting. I mean that must be bad, maybe you can stop that by cutting something out of you? Maybe you could go to the Seer and he could help you with that making it stop."
"I'm asking this with all my love I have for you Hvits, really." A snort escaped her as she tried to suppress her chuckle. "Did Ragnar drop you as a baby?" His face turned into a slight frown. "Even if he did, I was still giving you good advice." Rolling her eyes she got up with a chuckle. "Of course cutting out my uterus and not being able to have children anymore, sounds like good advice." A small smile now on his face too as he watched her get up.
Giving him a quick kiss she grinned down at him. "You're more attractive if you keep your mouth shut, Hvits. Same time tomorrow in the woods?" A small giggle escaping her as she turned away, saying her goodbyes to the others. Leaving an extremely confused Hvitserk back on his spot. Ivar couldn't hold himself back anymore, laughing after seeing his brothers red cheeks and wide eyes. "Gods! You should see yourself." A laugh now coming out of Ubbes direction, making Hvitserk blush even more and get up.
"Oh shut up." He said, throwing a cup into each of their directions, only making them laugh harder at the lovestruck look on his as he walked out of the room. "She got him wrapped around her finger." Ubbe said after calming down a bit. Ivar frowned slightly, trying his best to hide it. "Who isn't..." He whispered quietly crawling back outside, leaving his brother by himself.
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Unexpected pt. 5
Summary: He returns to Kattegat, somehow alive. Too many things have changed while he was away.
Notes: I’d estimate that Ragnar + Ivar went to England for maybe a little over a month to two months. Also rewrote his arrival to be a bit more realistic than in the show (Why tf would the Saxons wait for a bunch of Northmen to see them come and go??)
Also, only a few people gave me their opinion on the whole pregnancy thing. If u wanted this to be without a pregnancy trope, feel free to comment!! I might write an alternative version in that case.
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Ivar didn’t know how he had survived England or King Ecbert. He’d expected to die at the hands of an English soldier. Yet, these Saxon men had sailed him back all the way to Kattegat, pushed him off the boat and left as quickly as they could.
He sat himself up, having lost his braces in England. He needed time to think about how he’d tell mother that Ragnar was dead.
The people of Kattegat saw the Saxon boat before they noticed their prince, but in the matter of a few minutes, Ivar spotted Ubbe and Y/N running towards the docks. Immediately, he saw that they both looked incredibly tired.
Ubbe reached him first, hugging Ivar tightly. It was something he hadn’t done upon Ivar’s request for years, since Ivar hadn’t wanted him to embarrass him further. But now, he was glad for the embrace, even if he would never admit it.
Before either of them could say anything, she was next to him.
“You’re alive, thank the Gods.” She whispered, her hands shaking. Ubbe moved back, leaving them to their moment.
“You look…” Ivar began, before he trailed off. She looked tired, exhausted even, but he noticed the clothes she was wearing immediately. They were fit for a merchant’s daughter, and while they suited her, Ivar also saw her discomfort with wearing them.
He connected the dots quickly.
“Who freed you?” he demanded. For a moment, he suspected that Sigurd had done it, to take her away from Ivar, but that notion made no sense. It wouldn’t work, his mother wouldn’t have allowed it.
She sighed. “There’s a lot you missed. We should talk… somewhere else.”
Ivar noticed the crowd that had gathered behind them, whispering. He could see Torvi’s intricate braids disappear between the people that had gathered too. Why was she already back from Hedeby? Had Bjorn and Hvitserk returned?
Ubbe hoisted him up, and the two of them transported Ivar away from the whispering masses, towards the forest.
He noticed their faces of pity. It wasn’t something he was used to from them. As soon as they set him down, it spilled out of Ivar.
“Ragnar is dead.” He said. To his surprise, they nodded.
“We know. Sigurd and I saw Odin.” Ubbe explained.
“Who freed you?” Ivar asked her.
“Lagertha.”
“Why would Lagertha have any choice in the matter?” he snapped.
She glanced over at Ubbe, who gave her a small nod.
“Aslaug is dead. Lagertha killed her.”
And with six words, Ivar’s world came crumbling down.
“No.” he said. “It can’t be true.”
“It is true.” Ubbe affirmed.
“Then where the fuck where you? Where were either of you?” he screamed. Roughly, he pushed her away from him. Ubbe caught her before she could fall, and Ivar felt a stab of guilt in his gut.
“Hedeby.” She answered quietly. Ivar let out another shout of frustration.
“Tell him the reason.” Ubbe mumbled to her, before he slipped away. Ivar wanted him to stay, so he would have someone to fight with. He didn’t understand why Ubbe was leaving.
“I’m sorry.” He said. “I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
“No.” she agreed. “But you did.”
Quietly, she sat down next to Ivar.
“What reason did Ubbe mean?” he asked after a while.
“Why Lagertha freed me.”
She took a deep breath, and subconsciously, Ivar grabbed her hand. He felt the quick pulse in her wrist, noticed her shallow breathing.
“Why are you afraid?” Ivar asked.
“I don’t know how you’ll take this.” She said.
“You cannot make me hate you, unless you sided with Lagertha.” He replied.
She shook her head quickly. “I tried to protect your mother. I really did. I know she meant a lot to you, and I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think I have to forgive you.” Ivar said softly. “What is it?”
“I’m with child.” She blurted out.
“I don’t- I can’t-“ Ivar began. “I don’t understand.”
“Just because your legs don’t work doesn’t mean you cannot have children.” She replied. “I didn’t think I’d get with child because I hadn’t had my moon’s blood in months before I came to you. I guess you fed me enough. She freed me because I’m carrying a prince.”
“Did you tell her?” Ivar demanded.
“She’s a mother. She was the first one to notice.” She admitted.
“And I’m the last one to find out.” He concluded.
“I would have told you, but there was the slight problem of an entire sea between us.” She joked. Then, her face grew more serious. “You’re not going to leave me, right? I know that Lagertha is using me as a bargaining chip, but I can’t raise a child alone. I’m barely above what I used to be.”
Softly, Ivar laid a hand on her belly. There was no way of noticing if she was pregnant yet just by looking, but he felt prouder than he ever had. He was normal, he could be just like any other man.
“How could I ever leave you?”
She let out a sound that was between a laugh and a sob. Ivar noticed the tears glittering in her eyes and reached up to cup her face. Softly, she grabbed his wrist, giving his palm a soft kiss.
“Who would’ve thought?” she said.
“Gods, I love you so much.” Ivar blurted out. “You’re all I have.”
She laughed again. “Sometimes I wonder how you can be so smart and yet so stupid. You have Ubbe and Hvitserk, and maybe even Sigurd. And if you put just a tiny bit of effort into it, the people of Kattegat will love you far more than Lagertha.”
“Don’t talk about her now.” Ivar hissed. She nodded, and hugged him tightly. Ivar sunk into her embrace. When he closed his eyes, he could pretend this forest was the whole world, and they were the only two people in it.
No Lagertha, no Ragnar, no Saxons. Only them.
***
The only reason why Ivar did not burst into the Great Hall with axe in hand to kill Lagertha was because she was carrying his child. He knew that this was already changing the stakes in Lagertha’s favor, but Ivar could not care less.
Instead, he grabbed her by the arm and went straight to his room. There, he sat down on his bed, trying to calm down and failing miserably. He noticed quickly that nothing had dusted over while he was gone, but was still in the same place. Well, except for the bedsheets.
“You slept in the bed.” He said.
“I hope it doesn’t bother you. You were gone and Queen Aslaug did not mind. Lagertha insisted.”
“She wants me out of the way.” Ivar realized. “If I marry you, my marriage cannot secure any alliances.”
She looked to the ground, the hurt in her face apparent.
“That’s not what I meant.” Ivar tried. “But it’s what Lagertha is trying to do. All she cares about is placing Bjorn on the throne.”
“You don’t necessarily need a political marriage to become King.” She replied.
“King?” Ivar asked. “I only meant that I was weakening Bjorn’s claim.”
“I know your ambitions reach higher than that, Ivar.”
Ivar looked over to her, and she was smiling to herself as she pulled the sheets tighter on the bed.
“Do you want to be queen?” he asked her.
“I want you to be happy. And you will be happy when you are great.”
“You’ve already made me happy.” Ivar insisted.
“Oh, but being King certainly wouldn’t hurt.” She replied cheekily.
Ivar grinned back, his mind going through the possibility. Of course he wanted to be a King, who was he kidding? To achieve that though, he would have to be greater than all his brothers combined. And he’d need an heir.
Luckily, one of those problems seemed to already be resolving itself.
He watched her walk around the bed, kneeling down in front of him. Quietly, she took his hands in hers.
“I will help you kill Lagertha.” She promised. “Your mother became quite dear to me before she died. But you lack patience. Let the people turn against her, as they will soon enough. Let time do the job for you, and they’ll see you as the hero that rid them from her.”
Ivar nodded, trying to ignore the itch for violence creeping up behind him. She was right. If he rushed into this, it would be like running into battle without a plan. Not that he’d been in one yet.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ivar stayed on the bed, but she went and opened it. To his surprise, it wasn’t Ubbe who was standing in the doorway, but Hvitserk.
“Little brother! I heard you had returned.” Hvitserk announced happily, pushing past her.
“Like you didn’t just come back.” Ivar grumbled.
“Any news?” Hvitserk asked. “I know of mother.”
Ivar contemplated for a few seconds. Hvitserk was his favorite brother, and he wanted him to know directly, and not from one of Lagertha’s lackeys.
“Nothing much. Well, you’re going to be an uncle.” Ivar said smoothly. Hvitserk laughed, but when Ivar didn’t follow, he stared at him. Then at her.
She nodded slowly.
“I’m going to be an uncle!” Hvitserk almost shouted. In two steps, he had crossed the room, pulling her into a hug and twirling her around. She laughed as he finally set her down, stumbling a little. Ivar was glad when he did not feel jealous.
“I’m going to be an uncle.” Hvitserk repeated in a sing-song voice, skipping around the room like a child. “Ohohoh, Sigurd is going to be pissed.”
“That was not the main point, but I suppose it is a bonus.” Ivar agreed.
“So when are you two getting married?” Hvitserk asked.
She hadn’t drunk anything, but she still coughed as if she had swallowed a particularly large gulp of water the wrong way, and Ivar’s eyes widened.
“Mother said-“ Ivar began, doubt creeping up in him.
“Mother would gladly marry the two of you now. She respected Lagertha, liked her even, and the woman turned against her. Believe me, she would not mind.”
Ivar sat there in silence, thinking about his brother’s words.
“Please let me be there?” Hvitserk begged, as if the whole marriage had already been agreed on, and not just an idea he’d thrown into the room.
“You wouldn’t need an invitation.” She snorted.
“You would marry me?” Ivar asked, unbelieving.
“Have I given you any reason to believe the opposite?” she replied.
“I-“ Ivar stuttered. “No bridal race.” He coughed out finally.
Hvitserk’s grin widened even more as he made to leave the door.
“Where are you going?” Ivar demanded.
“To the market. I’ll find some fabric for the wedding dress. No offense little brother, but your taste in fashion is mostly… opulent or dark and brooding.”
“Ivar hasn’t agreed to marry me yet.” She said quietly. “Or even said that he wants to.”
“Oh, you two are getting married.” Hvitserk decided. Ubbe, who had walked up behind him froze.
“Are they getting married?” he asked. Before Ivar or her could say anything, Hvitserk nodded enthusiastically.
“Fucking finally.” Ubbe muttered under his breath. “Ivar, you’re not choosing the fabric for the dress.”
“Why does everyone think I’d do so terribly?” Ivar asked, starting to get offended. He looked to her for help, but she was obviously trying to suppress a laugh.
“Fine. I’ll marry you and not get to choose anything about the dress.” Ivar hmphed.
“That’s good.” Ubbe nodded. “Now you only have to promise me you’ll make it through the evening without exacting revenge on Lagertha yet. Both of you.”
Hvitserk hesitated for a moment, before he nodded. Ivar kept his arms crossed firmly. As if he was going to let Lagertha live any longer than necessary.
“Ivar.” Ubbe warned.
“Fine. No murdering for tonight.” He agreed. She’d promised him his time would come, and he trusted her. Lagertha would die, and Ivar would revel in her death.
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