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we-are-only-halfway-home93 · 10 months

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Come and Lay the Roses 36- Angel of Mercy- [Ivar x OC]

Summary: Aaline and Ivar are finally reunited.

Characters: Ivar x OC, Bjorn x Torvi, Ubbe x Margrethe, Hvitserk x Thora, Sigurd x OC, Ragnar, Lagertha

Warnings: arranged marriage, violence, sex, torture, language, mentions of rape/sexual assault

Ch. 35

AN: Wow. It's been a long time. I've been thinking about this chapter for a long time and haven't been able to pin down why I waited so long to update. Part of me blames writer's block, part of me blames my schedule and timing, but the biggest thing I think that kept me from updating was that this would mean the end of this journey.

I came up with the idea for this story in May 2019 and after four years, it's finally finished. I don't think I was ready to end this journey and part with Aaline and the Lothbrok clan. I've been telling myself for weeks that I need to finish it and I've finally decided that I'm ready to end this journey.

I thank all of you who have stuck with me on this adventure.

“Angel of mercy, how did you find me? How did you pick me up again? Angel of mercy, how did you move me? Why am I on my feet again?”

~ “Mercy” by OneRepublic

She was warm. A marked difference from the last few weeks of her existence. She inhaled deeply and slowly, allowing the world to come back into focus. She blinked and surveyed the room she was in.

It was her room. Her and Ivar’s. The curtains were closed except for a six inch gap that allowed sunlight to stream in and light up the dim room. There was just enough to maneuver the room but not wake her.

She shifted and winced at the sharp pain that lanced through her back. It would’ve been gracious to call the bed she’d slept on for the last few weeks a cot. It was barely more than a metal frame with a threadbare mattress. The metal bars had dug painfully into her bones for the few days she tried to sleep on it. Eventually she took to sleeping on the floor. It was more comfortable by far but still gave her stiff muscles. Sleeping on a real mattress had done little to ease the ache.

She shifted slowly up to her elbows and glanced around. Clothes were littered on the floor. A serving tray of dirty dishes sat on the dresser across the room and a half full glass of water on the nightstand. She looked at the alarm clock and noted that it was the middle of the afternoon.

She didn’t know how long she’d slept or how many days had passed since her rescue. She felt grimy and dirty and knew she hadn’t been bathed since then. She decided not to wait around for someone to help her and hoisted herself out of the bed.

With stiff legs, she made her way to the bathroom and blinked rapidly against the bright white light that penetrated her eyes. She smiled at the bouquet of black roses that were situated in the middle of the counter. Ivar had even left a short note expressing his love. He didn’t date stamp it so she didn’t know when he’d written it but she settled it back on the counter anyway, contentment thriving through her veins.

She switched the shower head on high and undressed. Someone, probably Ivar, had dressed her simply. She pulled the black comfort t-shirt over her head and slipped her panties down her legs. The dirt and grime from the concrete room she’d been held in still decorated her body in streaks of gray and black and brown. She looked at her face in the mirror and narrowed her eyes at the vibrant purple bruise along her jaw and the dried blood that had caked itself in her nostrils and along her upper lip.

She tried to comb the rat's nest that was her hair so she didn’t tangle it further in the shower but there was little hope for the strands. She pushed it back from her face and stepped into the shower when the steam fogged up the mirror beyond sight.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly through her mouth. The hot air filled her lungs and she felt herself relax. Her muscles began to unclench and she could feel her body disengaging from fight or flight mode.

Once the trembling in her hands had stopped, she picked up Ivar’s shampoo and dropped a generous dollop in her hand. She massaged the minty soap through her hair and shivered as her scalp began to tingle.

She combed her fingers through the knots as best she could, wincing at the extra sharp tugs that befell her scalp when she came to a particularly vicious snarl. She rinsed the lather and began again, working to clean all the grease and grime from her hair that she could manage.

She used her own rose scented body wash to scrub the dirt and grime from her body, scrubbing twice like she did for her hair, before turning to the leave in conditioner. She worked the lather into her hair before tilting her head back and closing her eyes, letting the hot water pelt her chest and stomach.

She startled at the sound of the bathroom slamming open. She barely had time to shut the water off before the shower door slid open and she was pulled into Ivar’s arms. He didn’t seem to mind that she was soaking wet and dampening his clothes. He pulled her out of the steam and lifted her, settling her on the counter top. She shivered against the temperature difference and he left her arms only long enough to wrap a towel around her shoulders.

He returned to her embrace and she wrapped her arms and legs around him fully, holding him in the embrace of her body. She felt him sign against her neck and knew it was a weight leaving his shoulders. He pulled back and pushed her hair behind her ears with the flat of his palm. She nuzzled into the contact.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asked, his fingers combing through the wet strands of her hair. She nodded against his palm and tangled her fingers in the longer strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

“How many people did you kill searching for me?” She asked. He smirked and stepped out of her embrace. He took a second towel from the rack on the wall and began meticulously drying her off. He started from the top, softly stroking the towel over her hair, squeezing the ends. He trailed it across her shoulders and down her arms, stroking over the crease of her elbow and over the backs of her hands. He even toweled off the spaces between her fingers.

“Innumerable. There is no number that will equal how precious your life is to me.” He answered. He brought the towel to her legs and traced her thighs and hips. She sucked in a soft breath when he gently toweled off the space between her legs, stroking the curls and dragging between the crease of her thigh. He smirked before stepping back and lifting first one leg and then the other, settling the balls of each foot on his chest and he dried her calves and feet.

When he was satisfied, he pulled open the mirror and reached for her lotion and moisturizer. She closed her eyes and he traced his fingers gently over the planes of her face, taking care with her bruises. He rubbed in her moisturizer before opening her lotion and smoothing his hands over her chest. She shuddered when he worked the lather into her breasts, the spaces of his fingers catching on her nipples in a way that she wasn’t a hundred percent certain was accidental.

She opened her eyes when he withdrew and almost shouted when he lifted her from the counter and returned to the bedroom. She let him settle her on the bed as he pulled a new shirt, his, and new underwear, hers, from the dresser.

He took her breath away when he dropped to a knee before her and, not once breaking eye contact, slid her panties up her legs. She shifted so he could settle them over her hips. He hovered over her, his mouth a hair's breadth away from hers but denied her a kiss. “If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working.” She whispered. He grinned before picking up the new t-shirt and sliding it over her head without ceremony. She laughed as she pulled her head through the neck and slid her arms through the sleeves.

Ivar grew serious as soon as she reappeared and she twisted around on the bed to face him. She let him examine her face, which she knew was a mess of cuts and bruises. “I’m fine, Ivar.” She said.

He met her eyes and gave her a sad smile. She leaned forward into his space. “You know, this whole time I’ve been awake, you haven’t kissed me.” Ivar tilted his head to the side, his smile growing playful. “Kiss me, husband.” She said, and Ivar was unable to do anything but obey.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue seeking entrance almost immediately. She moaned and pressed forward, deepening their kiss. Ivar groaned and pulled back, licking his lip. She grinned at him, blood on her teeth. Ivar growled and leaned forward, his hand settling at her throat and squeezing.

She groaned as Ivar tilted her head to the side and trailed kisses down the side of her throat. They left fire in their wake and Aaline sighed, settling her hands on Ivar’s forearms as he maneuvered her head whichever way he wanted.

She trailed her hands up his arms to his shoulders, tightening her fingers in the fabric of his t-shirt. “There’s something that I have to tell you.” Ivar hummed as he licked a line up the left side of her throat. She moaned when he nipped at the hinge of her jaw.

“I’ve been meaning to say it for awhile butー” She’s cut off as a whimper works its way past her lips when Ivar sucked a mark into her throat at the curve of her neck and shoulder. Ivar hummed and switched sides, trailing nipping kisses up the other side of her neck. She knew she’d have marks to show for his affections.

“What did you want to say?” He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He traced the curve of it with his tongue before biting the lobe. She gasped and clutched tighter as his shoulders.

“I didn’t tell you before. I was afraid.” Ivar pulled back and met her eyes, his hands moving to cup her face. His thumbs stroked over her cheekbones. She blinked at him, her hands releasing his shirt and smoothing out the fabric.

“I love you.” She whispered, her voice trembling. Ivar hummed and stroked his thumb across her cheek. He leaned for and settled his forehead against hers.

“As I love you.” He responded. Aaline released a watery laugh before surging forward and kissing him. Ivar laughed and opened his mouth to her, letting her devour him. She sat up on her knees and pressed bodily against him. Ivar groaned and stroked his hands down her back, reveling in the feeling of his wife safe in his arms again.

Aaline giggled as Ivar’s hands smoothed up her back, taking her t-shirt with him on his way. She settled in his lap, relief flowing through her veins as her husband proceeded to make love to her.

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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To be in the favor of Gods... PART 4.

AN: I got back into Vikings. AAAABSOLUTELY obsessed w the Ragnarssons ofc... who isn't?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: PLEASE SCROLL AWAY! THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES.

Part 3 here.

I know my sister. If they would marry her, and she'd somehow agree, she wouldn't share you with another... she'd rather slit your throats herself..and don't tell me two of the most infamously insaitable sons of Ragnar would be up for celibacy for one scarred woman.. - he said before walking away.

-Don't give up my boys, your mother still has her gifts and how many times did we have sex?!...

3 years later....

Halfdan was away raiding with Bjorn, Halfdan tried to take Kattegat but failed. Alsaug and Ragnar wre now dead. Their sons bloodthirsty, you saw it all. Since you have told Harald that the gods will not let him take Kattegat for now, he was angry. He kicked you out, saying that you must be the whore of Ragnar's sons. So this is how you have found yourself as a servant of Lagertha. Servant, and friend. You were good with kids, your cooking was like it was straight from valhalla, and you were good with healing too. Not to mention your gifts. You had your own hut now. One night, you woke up to Ivar breathing down in your face, holding a knife to your throat.

-You will show me my future or i'll kill you. - he threatened.

You angrily sat up, took the his hand with the knife in it, and cut your palm, holding it up for him to drink, before putting another hand on his temple.

You both saw all the anger, you both saw the past, how he threatened Margrethe, this is also how you found Ubbe was actually married now. You saw him on a carriage in battle, anger and victroy flashing in his eyes. Yet you never saw any woman or any love in his future, nor children. When he opened his eyes again, you let go of him, turning your back to him trying to go back to sleep. In the morning you found a boquet of flowers next to you. It must have been him. He might have a heart after all. You set it aside, getting ready for your day.

In the great hall Lagertha and Torvi looked at eachother after seeing your bandaged hand. You knew they saw it. So you left, saying you'll gather some mushrooms for the soup.

In the forest Ubbe surprises you as you were washing the mushrooms in the stream.

-Why didn't you send the children to gather mushrooms?

-I needed a break from people. - you said with a smile.

-What happened to your hand? - he asked.

-I cut it. - you told him with a straight face, urging away the tears that threatened to escape.

-For whom? - he asked as he sat down behind you gathering you in his arms, gently taking your bandaged hand.

-It doesn't matter Ubbe.

-It matters to me. - he said touching his forehead to the back of your head as he holds you tighter.

-Why are you not with your wife Ubbe? -you asked still close to tears. You believed that now that your brothers disowned you you may had a future with him. Well, not anymore anyways.

He sighed and got up.

-She's fucking Hvitserk in the forest hut.. - he said before walking away.

When you got back Ivar was sitting with Lagherta with his most evil smile, Lagertha's face laced with worry as they both saw you.

-(Y/n)! - he said with fake happiness. - i told Lagherta what you had shown me about OUR future. She had blessed our marriage. We'll marry in 5 days at the full moon. - he smiled as he crawled away. As you stood there looking at Lagherta in disbelief the tears you tried to keep back finally escaping. You thought of running away, or killing yourself. You could not marry him. Surely he wouldn't have sex with you, you both knew that was impossible, but you were terrified of him. He was so full of anger it made him insane, ruthless. You did not love him. That night you visited Torvi and Lagherta, telling them you loved them and wished them the best, before leaving. Ivar got word of it, so he sent a searchparty after you. You were soon found, you tried to stand your ground but you were greatly outnumbered. You were taken back to Lagherta's and Ragnar's old farm, tied to the pillar in the middle. You were bleeding from various cuts, bruises started to form all over you. Then you saw noone for days. On the day of the full moon you saw the faceless bride again. There was no escaping this.

Ivar crawled in, smirking at your abused form. He got up close and held a knife to your face.

-I know you won't ever love me (Y/n), but i need you, you'll help me become even greater than my father.

-Not if it's not the gods's will. - you whispered.

-Well, just to be sure, no one else will ever want to marry you. - he said as he cut a line from your forehead down your cheek, nearly to your neck. He left your eye out. You were bleeding heavily. Slaves came in, crying at the sight, but they dressed you in a white gown, they hid your face with a white cloth, but you bled through it anyways, just as you bled on your dress too. You were the faceless bride in the blood soaked dress...

You don't remember the way to the dock, but you remember the tears and worry in Kattegat's eyes. There stood a man at the end of the dock, with Ivar smiling at you sickly as you tried to stumble towards him. Falling to your knees repeatedly. 20 ships arrived, but noone dared to look away from you. You were trying to walk to the end of the dock, as you wished Thor would strike you with his hammer so you'd die on the way. Ubbe stood behind Margrethe, on the other side stood Lagherta and Torvi. They all angry, yet they couldn't do anything. Ivar won.

As you now crawled halfway through the dock, you heard steps behind you, but dared not to look back. You were gathered in strong arms, before you were handed over to another. Bjorn took a look at your face, gave your nearly lifeless body to Halfdan (he did not know of your brother disowning you yet) before taking his axe and stroming towards Ivar.

-Bring my bride back Bjorn. - he smirked.

-Bride? You think that is how you're supposed to treat someone you want to marry?

-I don't need her pretty, i need her gifts.

Bjorn's nose flared, his jaw clenched in anger before he kicked Ivar's chair into the water, a few of his men already jumping after him.

-Don't you dare even look at her, or the next time, i'll tie you under my ship. - he said before walking away, trying to find you.

Lagherta was treating your cut when he found you, Halfdan was holding your hand to his lips as he prayed you'll make it at least for another day.

-Mother, why is she even here alone?

Lagherta looked at both.

-Harald disowned her, kicked her out in the wilderness after he had lost the battle for Kattegat, which she told him he would lose. I took her in. Ivar said she had shown him that they will marry. But i see now that wasn't true..

Halfdan looked at her in disbelief, then back at you.

-Poor, poor (Y/n).. how could our brother do this to you when you have told him the gods will? - Halfdan asked of nobody.

You were starting to regain consciousness when you hissed as someone grabbed your other hand as well. Panic setting in you started to trash around, until you heard Halfdan's comforting words.

-Shhh it's me sister, it's me, noone will hurt you anymore. shhh, you're safe.

You opened your eyes, looked at him, and then saw Bjorn, with tears in his eyes.

-B..bj...bjorn.. - you whispered.

-Yes, i'm here now. I won't leave you here again. - he said as he kissed your bandaged knuckles.

-You sure won't, i am taking her home. - noted Halfdan.

-N-n-no.. Har-Ha-Harald will kill me. - you said tears streaming down your face.

-I'll go talk to him.. - Halfdan said, before leaving.

-Pl.. please c-c-can you s..stay? - you asked Bjorn after your brother left.

He shutting the doors and windows before gently sitting next to you, holding your hand.

The next morning Lagherta opened the door, to see you sleeping while Bjorn also sleeps in a sitting position holding your hand. She smiled at this antic, wishing it will end well.

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You woke up to shouts.

Ubbe and Bjorn were shouting over your sleeping form.

-Our brother tried to kill her, and all you can think is leaving your fucking wife, so she'd marry you instead? Do you hear yourself Ubbe? Do you?

-I never loved Margrethe, and i love (Y/n), she is all i've ever loved..

-It is simply not for you to decide brother. Why don't you go and pray she'll make it until tomowwor after what Ivar did to her... - Bjorn said in anger, making you hiss as he gripped your bandaged handa bit too hard, making them look at you.

-I.. i will not marry anyone. Nor do any of you love me. I am still alive only cause of my gifts, and now that i won't even be pretty to look at, i may as well go out and die in the mountains.. - you whispered before trying to get up, but fail.

-(Y/n)... - Ubbe tried to plead.

-Just go.. both of you... - you said turning away from them.

The next time you woke up Lagherta was cleaning your scars gently.

-I'm glad you woke up.. You had a high fever and nigthmares for a week. - she said as she continued. - The boys came here every day to talk to you, hoping you'd hear..

-I.. i heard their stories. I just.. i couldn't tell which was a dream, which was a prophecy or them talking.. - you said.

-For which you wished to be true? - she asked, before the door creaked open to reveal Bjorn with an antler carved fully with runes. He basically ran in falling on his knees next to you as he saw you were awake.

-I'll leave you two to talk. - Laghertha said before gripping your hand and her son's shoulder with a smile.

-I thought you'll never wake up again. - he said bringing your knuckles to his lips and leaving them there.

-Just another prophecy fulfilling itself. We both know i already have seen way past then the bloody bride. - you smiled at him, taking your hand from his, and gently cupping the side of his face. He leaned into your touch with his eyes closed.

-I just wish we could've skipped to the right parts.. - he whispered, his blue eyes shining at you.

-The gods like to test us. To humble us, to make us believe.. and i believe that is just what they did. I am still here, you are still here, you stll visit me every day. No matter that im hideous, or all that im good for is telling what the gods tell me to say..

-(Y/n).. you are so much more than that. You have sacrificed yourself for our people, you took care of our children. You were hurt, battered, bruised yet you still smiled. You are a healer, an amazing cook, one of the greatest shield-maidens, a seer, and the most beautiful woman i have ever seen.

-But.. i .. i am not beautiful anymore.. I saw what... your brother did to me..

-You are still beautiful. A scar won't ever change that... - he said as he leaned closer. Your noses were nearly touching. - I only ever had eyes for you (Y/n).. and i only ever will .. - he said before softly kissing you. Upon the touch your eyes will filled with even more vivid images of the future. Happier times, smiles, loving touches. You could see it all. Growing old together. Yet, most of the pictures had another in them. He was like a ghost, slowly fading, yet he was there.

When he broke the kiss, you knew he saw what you did. Then he saw the tears in your eyes.

-It's okay (Y/n). If that is what the gods want, i'll let him, as long as he treats you as he should..

-But... he's married to Margrethe.. - you said.

-He left her 4 days ago, after you were screaming his name while having a nightmare.

-I.. i don't understand.. why would he.. why would that be enough reason?

-You ever saw how he looked at you? or how he talked about you?

-You know i didn't.. I was a prisoner of my brother, then of Ivar. You were away raiding, stometimes him too, only to come back and marry her, even though he knew she was in love with Hvitserk and Sigurd..

-He was hurt. Now, please tell me what did Ivar exactly do to you..

-He.. he threatened to kill me if i don't show him his future.. - you lifted your bandaged hand. - he then told lies to Lagherta about it before i could even tell her, it was decided, he would marry me. I then decided to leave, to live in the wilderness, but his men outnumbered me. I was beaten, cut, bruised, then tied to a pillar in... in the old farm of Ragnar without food or water for days, then on the day of the wedding, he came in, cut my face " just to be sure noone would ever want to marry me.. then ... he made me.. he made me walk over there like that... laughing... bleeding.. then.. you know the rest..

He was fuming. He threw a cup to the other side of the room, strantling you a bit. Ubbe rushing in as he heard the commotion.

-I'm going to kill Ivar... - Bjorn shouted before leaving, shutting the door behind him making you flinch.

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It was time to avenge their father. So it was also the time you saw your brothers again. You stood in the middle of the path between Laghertha and Bjorn as your brothers walked towards you.

Halfdan hugged you, before lifting the cloth, taking a look at the scar that adorned your face now. You tried to hide it before Harald sees it, but it was too late. You saw his jaw clenching, but he just walked away, not acknoweledging you. Bjorn hugged you to himself.

-It will be alright. - he said before putting a kiss on your forehead.

Harald saw this, and turned to Halfdan.

-Since when is she his woman?

-As far as i know she is not.

-Does she still have her gifts?

-Yes she does. - Halfdan answered.

At night at the feast Harald stood up and prepared for the toast.

-As you know my beautiful sister is here in Kattegat, i would like to ask for forgiveness for my mistake, and take her to the raid with us.. - he lifted his chalice, looking at you, as all the men were hurraying in the great hall.

Laghertha stood up, smiling at him.

-You have disowned her, humiliated her, she is in this state because of you, and now you think i will let her go with you?

-I am rather sure your son Bjorn will gladly take care of her Queen Lagertha. - he smirked as he walked up to Bjorn, putting a hand around his shoulders. - if we both make it out alive i may even give him her hand in marriage. - he laughed. This was some kind of sick joke. You stood up, lifting the hood from your head, revealing your face to all the men, who went mute at the sight.Scar still showing but now adorned with rune tattoos across the right side of your face.

-I will go, but not for your love, not for your men. I will go to fight beside the Ragnarssons, avengig their father. The gods have shown me great victory, which would be a victory without you as well my dear brother. I have no need for your love, i do not need to forgive you, for all you ever did was use me for my gifts. Which believe me brother had hurt me greater than any of the christian's punishments. My hand in marriage is not for you to give, it is for me to decide. But a month from now we will be feasting for winning the great war, with the greatest viking army this world has ever seen. - you shouted. The men hurraying, drinking again loudly. Ubbe's and Bjorn's eyes sparkling on you, Harald fuming. You left for your room, when Ubbe caught up with you. He pushed you to the wall and kissed you passionately.

The sea was angry, the trip wasn't smooth, but you all made it, you all managed to keep the boats afloat and together. You saw the worry on Ubbe's and Bjorn's face as you nearly fell into the water, but you just smirked at them. When the night came the sea calmed down, and you felt warm bodies crawl on either side of you, both holding you close. You needed not to look, you knew who they were.

In the morning you were gently tracing Ubbe's tattoo on his face, when his bright blue eyes opened, ever so happy to see you so close.

-How are you princess? - he asked in a low voice making you softly giggle before playing with his beard.

-I slept rather well... the weather wasnt so cold last night.. - you smiled at him knowin he knew what you meant. But then with a growl, you were picked up and rolled inberween the ship and the other man. Bjorn held you close to his chest, before motioning Ubbe to go.

-Go take a piss or something, help with the food or row.. - he said before kissing you, as you heard Ubbe laugh.

-Will you not be jealous of eachother? - you whispered to Bjorn.

-We have talked about it a lot when you were sickly. It is fated, our feelings are unmoving and true.. If you'll have us... - he said looking into your eyes.

#ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe x reader #ubbe #ubbe x you #bjorn x reader #bjorn x you #bjorn ragnarsson #bjorn ironside #vikings #fanfic #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #ivar x reader #lagherta #lagertha #torvi #hvitserk #sigurd #margethe

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sammyjadedavis · 1 year

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Ivar: I can’t deal with theses guys anymore…

Ubbe: It’s not like I’m the one who was all for the marriage?

Hvitserk: Though you did say you were going to be the best man…

Bjorn: Yeah and I didn’t even let him be my best man, also you lot shut up about me and my wife.

Ivar: You know that loses it’s heat when you’ve had how many wives now?

Bjorn: More then dad.

Hvitserk: Well you’ve had Porrun, Snaefrid, Ingrid, Gunnhild and my personal favourite Torvi. Thank Thor you married her twice!

Ivar: You really are a whore. Ha.

Torvi: Watch what you guys say or he’ll react the same way he did last time you lot did this?

#bjorn x torvi #torvi x bjorn #torvi #vikings #bjorn #bjorn ironside #bjorn ragnarsson #bjorvi #ivar the boneless #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk

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ulfrsmal · 10 months

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brutally honest opinion on ships: Torvi and Ubbe

OH GODS HERE WE GO. This is going to be brutal and negative, so fans of this ship look away now.

I HATE THEM.

I. HATE. THEM.

Well, I hate them together, not as characters, though I do have a lot of thoughts and gripes with Torvi but that's for another time maybe. In Spanish we say that they don't stick together (=go well together) even with industrial cement. No pegan ni con cemento industrial! WHY are they together. WHY.

Don't get me wrong, in another type of story, the whole "babysitter who ends up dating the boy she babysat" could be interesting. We could go the dark exploratory route (my personal fave) and make it commentary on predatory women in positions of power, plus what it means to be a male victim in a society that places so much value on men-as-perpetrators.

But that would mean granting Ubbe some depth that isn't tied back to Ragnar and to how h*rst seemed to want Ubbe-as-a-Ragnar-clone, (and bless JPS for his acting as Ubbe), which I know is impossible. This isn't the show for that. And I know it isn't, but it!! still hurts!! There's so much POTENTIAL for fucked up DD;DNE surrounding these two and the "relationship" they have. I'm using quotation marks because, while gramatically accurate, that word doesn't feel right to me.

O H and another thing. Torvi had been with Björn before she was with Ubbe. Why did she choose Ubbe? Why did she bounce from (at best half-)brother from brother like that? Just so h*rst could maintain her in the narrative? Because I can rationalise it but it wasn't explained in canon I don't think. Makes her seem predatory at best. Which again could've been intersting to explore! But noooo vikings doesn't go there because Torvi can do no wrong.

UGH.

#yes i am salty and ranting and not the best at words after writing for hours #vikings #anti torvi x ubbe #anti ubbe x torvi #just to be safe #anonymous #thank you for asking me

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bjornswoman · 4 months

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Foe's regret I

Author's note: Hello there! Here comes this fic you chose to come. At this part I have to say that one more part has left to come from this series. Thank you for supporting me. I wasn't planning on delivering this today. I had it in store for Christmas as a gift to you all, but I couldn't keep myself from posting it, so here it is. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did.

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader.

Genre: Mini!series, drama, angst, violence, slight romance.

Summary: Your life is about to change again, probably this time things will get better... or not.

Warnings: Violence (emotional and physical), mentions of murder (strangulation), strong language.

My enemy and me masterlist | Nemesis's wish | Enemy's cruelty | Rival's touch |

Days and nights had past but everything felt the safe inside your prison. Only this time you weren't only miserable and hopeless, but also betrayed and filthy after that disastrous of a night.

You wanted to run away from Kattegat – from Ubbe. But you knew that this wasn't even an option – not after what had happened the previous time. You wouldn't even dare to lay a foot outside the Hall without someone on your tail.

However, that wasn't the only reason behind this. Your son had a huge impact on your decision. Even if you ever found the opportunity to leave this place for good, Ragnar would hate you for taking him away from his father. A father who was Ubbe Ragnarsson – a magnificent warrior, descendant of Odin himself. The child was his first-born – his heir – you had no right to take him away from him.

On the other hand, you couldn't leave on your own. You couldn't stay away from your son – your heart wouldn't bear not to see him for a day let alone a whole life. The only meaningful thing you had in this life was your son – without him you were dead.

The thundering sound of a goblet falling startled you and forced you out of your thoughts into the atrocious reality. Around you men and women were laughing and drinking, fighting and eating, talking and dancing. It was another feast that you had to pretend to be the perfect wife. False smiles and identical words and promises were all you could see behind the masks of all those pretenders that were surrounding the Hall.

"You don't seem to enjoy yourself." Drunken, slightly hoarse voice spoke from the seat next to yours. It was a familiar one though it didn't belong to your husband – it belonged to his younger brother.

"I am afraid you are mistaken, Hvitserk." You answered and you glanced at the drunk man. Then your eyes went back at the crowd.

You weren't in mood of starting any conversation – even with Hvitserk. You wanted to stay on your seat drinking ale from your goblet until the night was off – and you prayed for it to end soon enough because you couldn't stand seeing her swinging around the Hall giggling with the guests full of your husband's child. And your husband's eyes were only on her, the love of his life – now you knew damn well that he was lying he hated you because he couldn't be with her and you were hating him more than before. More than ever.

"Well, I won't push you to talk if you don't want to, but you should know that if you ever need to spill your guts and let of steam, I'll be here." Those were the realest words you had ever heard coming from someone else – from someone who was too drunk to reconsider the words coming out of his mouth. And yet it didn't seem this way, it seemed like Hvitserk meant each one of them.

You turned your gaze on him properly this time. Maybe he was right you should speak to someone – you should take this weigh off your shoulders, but you knew that Hvitserk couldn't be the one. He was Ubbe's brother and in love with Margrethe. Torvi couldn't be that person either, she was his brother's wife – practically his family.

That resulted to you having no one for once more. You were utterly alone, but you were used to it by now.

"You know that we can't really talk, don't you?" You asked him in low tone of voice and he turned his gaze on you. Green eyes gazing right inside your shuttered soul.

Hvitserk shook his head and chuckled. You looked at him frowning in curiosity.

"Ahh, yes. I almost forgot for a moment that you are more like a bird imprisoned in a golden cage than my brother's wife." You almost smiled at the comparison he managed to make.

"I was never the second as for the first I start to think that the only thing missing is the wings." You tried to play along, but the melancholy didn't let you be as playful as Hvitserk was when he pointed out the similarity between you and a caged bird.

Hvitserk left the goblet on the table and sat properly on his seat, his eyes were only on your figure along with his attention. It was like he was totally sober for a moment.

"You mean he broke your wings the only time you dared to walk out of that cage?"

"Something like that." You smiled sadly, recalling which moment he was talking about.

"And yet you love him. Still."

You frowned. You opened your mouth to protest – to accuse him of lying, to give him one by one all the atrocious reasons that his remark couldn't be true. You almost wanted to rip the collar of your dress and show him the scars of his brother's large hands on your neck of all the time he almost strangled you. But most of all you wanted to yell at him because he dared to say such an awful and offensive thing.

"You don't need to persuade me of the opposite." He continued and grabbed his own goblet taking a long sip of his drink. "I don't know the reason behind all this horrible situation you have to live in – well, in fact, I know it – but I wish things were different between you and him. You are a good woman – you deserve a lot of things and surely this torment isn't one of them. He is a good man as well, but he is stubborn and I can say that he loves you back."

You didn't want to hear anymore. You didn't know which your reaction should be. Not because you were shocked or believed any of his words. You knew that Ubbe didn't love you – he hated you. He had even told you that he loved her that night.

Before Hvitserk could even start again talking about Ubbe's hypothetical love about you, you dumped your own goblet on the table in front of you and left your seat.

"Don't say anything else. Ubbe himself told me that he loves her." You said quickly and stormed in your chamber before Hvitserk could answer you.

You didn't need to hear anything else about Ubbe or Margrethe. In fact, you didn't even want to see them for the rest of the evening. You needed a night away from all this despair – you deserved it after everything you had been through lately.

However, your silence didn't last long because Ubbe stormed in the room more frustrated than you did a few minutes ago.

"What do you want?" You asked him angrily because of his sudden appearance in there.

"Are you out of your mind?" He yelled and kicked the table flipping it over, throwing all the decorations on the floor.

"No, you are out of your mind!" You were yelling too now. You couldn't believe at the audacity of that person. All he did was coming in and yelling at you over and over and over again. It was all a circle happening again and again the same thing and you were tired of re-living the same scene every day.

"I am not the one who caused a whole scene in front of so many people and left! What do you think you are doing?"

"Are you serious? I caused a scene? I was talking with Hvitserk! Just a civilised talking! Something you can't do apparently because all you do is yelling!" You yelled back. All you asked was for a simple night. A silent one which meant away from him and his madness. He was mad – there wasn't any other excuse behind all of his behaviour. However, you couldn't find a proper reason he was in such a state. You hadn't caused any scene in there.

"Don't bring this on me, woman!" He was very angry – you had seen him this way multiple times before and you knew what was to follow. His hands were running through his braids uncontrollably and you couldn't understand the reason he was so mad. "You are the one who humiliated me and my family!" His finger pointed out on you and you scoffed – you couldn't help it – and it enraged him more.

Within a couple of seconds one of his hands was on your throat pressing it until you had no breath in your lugs. Nothing new – just some bruises and marks that you had to hide under your clothing. Ubbe pushed you back on the wall – your back hit so hard that all the inches of your body were shaken.

"You humiliate my name and you have to get punished for it!" He growled and you looked at him as angrily as he eyed you. You weren't going to lose this time – not again. And most importantly you couldn't let him know that you were afraid. He couldn't know.

"What are you going to do that you haven't done yet? What, huh?" You challenged him, looking him in the eyes. You wouldn't back down.

A sardonic smirk formed on his face when he heard your words and his face came closer to yours. You weren't used to be this close to him. Your faces were mere inches apart and without your approval your eyes stared on his masculine features.

"I am going to take Ragnar away from you. You are going to see him again when you will act properly." His tone was normal again, but his nerves weren't. Your eyes widened and you tried to do something you hated yourself for the same moment you did it. You raised your hand and tried to hit him – to slap him on the cheek – but his hand stopped you.

After that, both of his hands were gripping you firmly and this time maybe he would make his dream coming true – he was going to strangle you to death and as he said once; nobody would suspect him.

Your eyes widened again, but this time not because of the fact that he was going to kill you this time, but because you were going to hit him. You had never done that before – never. You had thought about it plenty of times, but never did it.

You closed your eyes waiting for your death and tears rolled from your eyes – tears because you tried to hit him. He had done horrible things, but you – you weren't this beast. Images of your son were flashing before your eyes at you last moments.

But you didn't die at the end of day, because the door opened and Hvitserk along with Sigurd and Bjorn forced Ubbe away from you. They tried to help you when Ubbe was forced away from you, but you stopped them you fell on the floor coughing, trying to breathe normally again.

Bjorn and Sigurd were talking to him as Hvitserk was standing next to you trying to make sure whether you were fine or not.

"He wasn't.... going to kill me." You managed to say with clear difficulty in breathing. All pairs of eyes were following you while you were struggling to stand up.

"It didn't seem this way to me." Bjorn pointed out and you shook your head trying to convince him the thing around.

"I wouldn't kill her." Ubbe spoke finally, his burning blue eyes were only on you as your own eyes were on him. "Now leave us for a moment. We will be alright." He told them and they looked at disbelief before they walked to the door.

"We will be right outside, don't even think about it." Hvitserk warned his brother before all of them were out of the door and stayed just the two of you in the room.

Ubbe didn't try to come close to you, he stayed at his former position and neither of you talked. The atmosphere was suffocating inside the room.

"You were very lucky this time, but next time you will raise your hand on me you won't be that lucky." He warned you in much calmer tone of voice.

It was a threat – another threat.

You hated yourself for trying to hit him. He had never done it, but had done other equally awful things. You wanted to tell how sorry you felt and ask for forgiveness and you would if it was for another person. You would never leave your guard down for him again. You knew better than falling for his tricks again.

"We will see about that." You couldn't keep your mouth from saying it.

"Don't tempt me to finish what I started." Ubbe growled before he was out of the door.

"I'm sorry." You muttered when he was out of the chamber and touched your hurting neck. Tears started streaming from your eyes at the memory of you raising your hand on Ubbe.

After some hours, you un-braided your hair and put on your night-gown ready to lay on your bed, after your son was asleep. You blew out the candles and laid on your bed closing your eyes. But you didn't get to sleep, because the wooden door opened and closed. You kept your eyes shut, but your hand moved under your pillow and wrapped around your dagger's handle.

When you felt the mattress next to you moving, you turned around and pointed the dagger at the man's neck. You could recognise him under the midnight light coming from your window. You knew this person well – fortunately.

"I must confess that I wasn't expecting this." He whispered, but you didn't take the dagger away from his neck. For the first time ever, Ubbe Ragnarsson was under your mercy. That meant that you could do to him anything you liked. This was getting entertaining.

"Why are you here anyway? You should be with your wife." You reminded both of you and moved the dagger closer to the flesh of his throat.

"In case you forgot you are my wife."

"I meant your other wife."

Ubbe didn't seem to want to answer your question probably he – himself – didn't know the reason he was on your bed.

"You know that I could take this little knife of yours easily." He said and touched the tip of your blade. You smirked hoping that he couldn't see it in the dark.

"Yes, but you haven't taken it yet." You heard him chuckling and you smiled.

"No, I haven't." His voice was coming from somewhere closer than you remembered. The dagger was still pressed on his neck, but it seemed as he didn't care at all about its existence – he wasn't afraid of you and that was annoying you even more than his arrogancy.

"I could kill you and nobody could prove it was me." You recollected his own words and used them to upset it, but it had quite different effect than the one you wanted.

As an answer his hand was placed on top of yours – on top of the hand which was holding the dagger on his throat. He guided the blade closer to his flesh and you watched him thrilled as he was pressing his own skin with the sharp knife.

"Do it. Kill me. Nobody deserves to kill me more than you do. If I am to die soon, I'd prefer to be you the one holding the blade soaking in my blood. So, don't hesitate, do it – slice my neck." The smell of blood reached your nostrils and you knew that it came out of him. He had been cut by the blade, but it hadn't been deep enough to be fatal.

You pulled the knife away from Ubbe and dropped it on the stony floor. Your hands were working hard in the darkness trying to reach for his wound. You knew that he was bleeding when your hands me the something liquid streaming – his blood.

You hoped desperately that he couldn't see your face. He couldn't see how upset and worried you were for him. You didn't want him to suppose that you cared – you didn't care. You didn't care at all.

And yet you couldn't stop yourself from lighting the candles again and searching for a cloth to treat him. When you found what you were looking for, you went back to bed. You sat next to his lying form and placed the cloth in the bowl of water. Then, you placed the wet cloth on his wound and he didn't react – he didn't even flinch.

His blue eyes were focused on you trying to stop the blood streaming.

"I thought you would want to get rid of me by now." Ubbe finally spoke and you dared to glance at him for a passing moment. You thought to yourself. You thought that it would be better if he was dead. However, you couldn't picture his death. You were afraid that if you even tried, it would happen. It should have been what all you were waiting for, but it wasn't.

"I have told you, Ubbe, I've never wanted you dead." Your eyes were back on the cut on his throat. It wasn't a fatal wound and it wasn't big enough, but still you couldn't let him bleeding. Not even for some minutes. "Not even after everything that we've been through." You confessed in a soft tone of voice. In such way that you didn't want him to know about that last part. But, now, he knew.

"And yet I would kill you if I had the chance." This was a confess and it made you smile. It wasn't like you weren't afraid that he wasn't going to do it, you were sure that earlier he would have killed you if his brothers hadn't stormed in the room.

Ubbe could kill you easily, but this didn't mean that you could do this to him as well. He didn't care whether your son would grow up having a mother or not, as you did. But this didn't make you change your mind when it should have had. If you were to walk away one day, you would do this and he would be alive. Although, if that ever happened, he wouldn't let you go far enough – he would find you anywhere.

"You have the chance now." You reminded him that you were alone and your gaze met his under the slight light of the candles. You left the cloth in the bowl and placed it on the table close to your bed.

"I can't kill you right now." Ubbe said and stood up from your bed to meet you.

"Why not?"

You hated the way your eyes were magnetised on his imposing figure. It reminded you how much more powerless you were comparing to him. You wanted to force your eyes away, but you couldn't bring yourself to.

Ubbe shook his head trying to fight back a smirk which was forming on his face.

"It feels like you are provoking me into killing you sometimes. You are so annoying and careless and stubborn and I can't keep myself."

His footsteps became heavier when he almost reached you. You didn't make any attempt to get away from him – you stayed on your former position, staring at him.

"From killing me?"

A low chuckle – one so dark that got goosebumps – came out of his mouth and he took a step closer to you. Again, you didn't try to escape which seemed a terrible idea.

You knew that you were asking too many questions that could get you in danger. This man was so unpredictable that you weren't sure when he would snap out of nowhere and try to strangle you again – or this time he wouldn't use his hands.

"Among other things." These words came out darker than it probably meant.

It wasn't long before he was in front of you and his hands were reaching for your skin. They rested on your neck, but not like previously. He wasn't wrapping his hands firmly around you – he was touching you. Just touching. Nothing more – only pure touching. And yet, only pure it wasn't. Nothing was pure between Ubbe and yourself.

His touch was intoxicating and you felt like you needed more of it. You needed this touch in every inch of your body. It was forbidden – Ubbe was forbidden. And that was the exact reason you had to stop this. Because if you didn't, it would ruin you again and this time it would be worse than any other.

You took some steps back. He didn't try to reach you again. Ubbe knew himself that this was a big mistake and it shouldn't happen again.

"Margrethe probably needs you." You told him bitterly. You couldn't even pronounce her name without feeling this weird feeling which had the exact taste with poison. "She's close to give birth to your child. You should be there for them both."

Ubbe knew that you were speaking the truth – he should have been with his wife – and yet he was in your chambers standing opposite you, feeling attracted to this room – feeling attracted to you.

"You didn't need me though."

It surprised you to hear him saying that. However, it was another truth that couldn't go by unnoticed or stay hidden between you two. You didn't lie to each other because you didn't care about the opinion the other person would form. At least that was what it was supposed to be like.

Indeed almost each month of your pregnancy you were alone, but you liked it. You didn't want Ubbe around – you hated the idea that he would eventually be around when this child would be born.

"But she does." You managed to mutter. You were trying to bring back those feelings. Those you had for him during your pregnancy – when he had been on another raiding and you hadn't seen him for plenty of months.

When you could actually hate him because you didn't have to see him every single day.

"Once you had told me that your feelings for me weren't hateful when I was away." Ubbe's voice held a different tone. One you confessed coming out of his mouth few times.

Yes, you could recall that conversation. It was the one he told you that he was thinking about you at the battlefield, but it was too late to believe in his words, because you had already found out about the slave girl and her child. It was one of the worst days of your life – how somebody could forget the day their life took the downfall.

Although, that conversation was the last thing you wanted to remember after all this threats and the tears you shed. And yet it was still stuck in your mind like it was yesterday.

"I was trying to give in to the feelings I felt for you. The way I had you in my mind when I was at the battlefield. Don't ask me how those feelings were formed — I have no idea. I was thinking of you, knowing that you were praying for me not to return. Those feelings couldn't be replaced by any fight we had. At the end of the day, all that stayed in my mind was one of your rare smiles and the way you care for our son."

Ubbe had said.

"I have never prayed for you to die on the battlefield. I did quite the opposite in fact and it felt strange in my heart. I hated — I told my self to hate you — I was telling myself all the things I hated in you so I could hate you. I felt strange for you — my heart was beating in a strange way as much as I tried to avoid it, it exists, still."

That was your reply.

Your eyes were fixed on his gaze. Ubbe wasn't paying attention in anything else in the room but you. It felt like nothing else existed except the two of you. If it was under different circumstances, you would feel special and even loved – only if it was even possible to acknowledge how it felt to be loved by someone.

His tone was a soft and kind of regretful one. But it had never lasted long. This time time it wasn't due to him mood swings but due to his brother storming in the room, out of breath. Hvitserk cut him off when it was obvious that he was about to say something – or more accurately – confess something.

When you saw the man standing next to the door, you let a long breath – one you weren't aware that you were holding all this time – to leave.

"Margrethe is in labour!" Hvitserk exclaimed and everything changed inside you. It felt like the reality was coming back and your delightful dream was over. The object of your misery was back there – visible –standing in your way.

Your husband's eyes met yours. Regret – they yelled. But you couldn't understand which was the thing he had regretted for.

For cheating?

For impregnating her?

For marrying her?

For treating you like garbage?

For forcing you to stay in his side?

For the misery he put you into?

Too many reasons and they weren't all of them. There must have been something you couldn't recall. And yet, you didn't care. You couldn't even feel pity for your wasted life anymore. In fact, you couldn't anything – you were empty.

"She's asking for you brother." Hvitserk spoke again this time softer. His eyes were moving from Ubbe to you and the opposite, because no one of you had said a word.

"Yes." Was the only thing Ubbe managed to say and dragged his brother outside of the room. "You should be there too. Make yourself proper and come." Your husband was back. That was the Ubbe you knew. Your tyrant.

You had no tears left to shed. You were just empty as you were putting on your dress.

You were empty when you walked through her chambers and had to confess her labour.

You were empty even when the child was out. Boy – the midwife had announced happily. And she brought it in your hands and you weren't empty anymore. He was crying his guts out – like your own. His brown eyes were big and pure and you lost yourself inside them so mush that you almost didn't noticed. Although when you actually show them, they didn't mean anything – a child was brought in the world and it was the biggest blessing Frigg could give to a woman.

"Give him to me!" Margrethe's voice was the one who heard through the silent room, but you didn't move to place her son on her lap.

"The prince should hold him, my lady." The midwife reasoned her, but she didn't stop yelling for her son.

Even if she wanted, she couldn't hide away the child from Ubbe. Sooner or later, he would see him. You couldn't interfere or even felt pity. Nobody pitied you when you cried. Nobody cared for you feelings.

You placed the boy on her lap. Without sparing a look at her – the young man was all you cared about. Which could possibly be his fate. Why did it have to be this difficult for a baby just born. Why should a child carry its parent's burdens.

Your footsteps were vast as you were exiting that suffocating room.

"Son." You muttered when you met the curious eyes of the people who were supposed to be your family. Your eyes dared to wander only on Ubbe's form. You were supposed to bring him his son on your hands and it would probably have happened this way is things had been different.

Ubbe frowned when he spotted your unclear expression. Even you weren't empty enough to be idle after this. You almost felt sympathy for him, forgetting about all the horrible things you had been through because of his cruelty.

If you were as cruel as Ubbe was on you, you would even say that all this was a payback for all his doing. But you didn't feel like it, not when in the middle of this situation stood a new-born boy. One that would probably be the object to everyone's ire.

Ubbe didn't wait for a second word or asked anything else, he just burst into the room without warning. You didn't dare to move or speak another word. After all, it wasn't about you anymore.

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The good guy (Hvitserk x Reader)

The good guy Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: Reader is a few years older. And let's pretend that the age difference between Bjorn and his brothers is much smaller. Oral.

Summary: mordern!Hvitserk wants to show you he is the one you need.

The fake leather sticks to the back of your thighs as you push yourself next to the wall in the booth Bjorn chose for the night. A small grimace contorts your face at the uncomfortable feeling. Reaching down, you grab the hem of your skirt to pull on the fabric. Jeans may have been a better choice, but it doesn't matter now.

The pub is loud and smells like cheap beer and spicy snacks. The noises of the others mix with the game playing on the TV in the corner. Your eyes land on the screen for a second, and when the ball doesn't reach the goal, your attention turns back to the pair in front of you.

Bjorn and his girlfriend sit next to each other. The blonde man's arm is around the girl's shoulder. She is busy with her beer while her eyes scan the crowded place. Her makeup softly glints under the lights as she turns her head to the side. "Hvitserk and Ubbe will be there in a few," Bjorn says after a few seconds. His bright eyes are still on the screen of his phone. "Torvi too." "Won't it be awkward?" You ask him, glancing at Gunnhild. "It's fine," the man replies. "It was two years ago."

Their relationship didn't end well between them, and when you heard about the new love blossoming between Torvi and Ubbe, you couldn't imagine the family holidays at the Ragnarsson household.

"If you say so," you hum, holding your glass to your lips and frown when you notice Bjorn's smirking at you with mischief in his eyes. "What?" You ask him. Gunnhild grins too. "I heard something the other day," Bjorn muses. "And?" You ask. "A conversation between Ubbe and Hvitserk," Bjorn adds. "You know what?" You groan at his teasing. "I don't care. Don't tell me!" "Okay," he continues grinning. All of you know you won't keep long from questioning the burly man to spill the tea. There must be a good reason why Bjorn wants to tell you something about his two younger brothers. "Oh, come on!" You groan again. Your palm lands on the wooden table with a smack. "Tell me!" "Hvitserk likes you." Gunnhild is the one who has mercy on you. Excitement glints in her eyes as she waits for your reaction. "I mean... we are friends," you tell her, shrugging. You know all of Bjorn's brothers. Ubbe and Hvitserk are your friends, and Sigurd and Ivar don't hate your presence either. "You don't understand," Bjorn shakes his head. "He likes-likes you." You freeze, staring at them. "No," you reply, and your friends laugh. "Yes," Bjorn argues. "I heard them talking about you a few days ago. He is quite smitten with you." "And they are here," Gunnhild adds, keeping her eyes on the entrance of the pub.

You feel your stomach dropping while you watch the newcomers approaching your table. Half of your mind still tries to process Bjorn's words. Can it be true? You always thought about the brothers as Bjorn's younger siblings. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"Hey, guys!" Hvitserk's cheerful voice breaks the line of your thoughts. Your eyes wander up at the young man who is already watching you. Heat creeps up on your face at his attention on you, and you force your gaze to move onto the couple next to him. And it doesn't get better. Ubbe and Torvi watch you with a strange glint in their eyes. Or maybe you are just imagining it. "I need a drink," you gasp. "Can I get you anything?" "I will go with you," Bjorn says, standing up to follow you to the bar. "Sit down, guys," he adds. "We will be back in a minute."

"You think too hard," Bjorn says, standing next to you while you wait for your orders. "I'm not," you murmur, looking down at the counter. "I'm fine." "What's wrong?" He asks, leaning closer. "I mean, I'm the most handsome brother, but Hvitserk is a good guy too." "How can you tell that?" You ask, frowning. Eyes still on the wooden surface. "He is your little brother." "And I know him," Bjorn reasons. "You always choose the wrong guys," he continues, and you grimace. He is right. "Hvitserk would be good." "He is younger than me." The man scoffs. "So? Look, Hvitserk is like a puppy. And I mean it in a good way. And the younger lads always try to prove themself harder..." "Yeah, I remember," you murmur. "You really proved yourself back then to a lot of women." "Yeah," he nods, not trying to deny his past. "But it was me. Hvitserk is different." A heavy sigh leaves your lips, and you can't help but feel pathetic. You are already deep in a relationship that doesn't even exist. Hvitserk said nothing about his feelings for you. Maybe it isn't even true. Maybe Bjorn heard it wrong, and you stress yourself for nothing.

You are so stupid.

When you get back to the table, Ubbe and Torvi are already sitting at the end of the table on two chairs while Hvitserk stands next to the booth to give you enough space to climb back to your seat. "Thanks," you murmur and trying not to jump when his hand lands on the small of your back as you walk past by him.

You are so deep in your panicked thoughts you don't even notice Hvitserk's eyes on you. And it's really surprising since it seems like the young man can't tear his attention away from you. The skirt highlights the curve of your hips and is short enough to give enough space for his wandering gaze on your bare thighs. His palm tingles with the need to put his hand on you. He is sure you are soft and warm and everything he wants.

Ubbe's snickering shakes him up from his staring. He doesn't even feel bad about it. He feels good and content when he looks at you. Hvitserk doesn't even know when and how his feelings turned about you. You were always the girl who came over to his older brother, and before he knew it, he wanted you to spend time with him too. And wanted much more too.

"And how's the game?" Ubbe asks, glancing up at the TV. None of you care about it. "They run," Gunnhild replies. "A lot." Hvitserk can't help but smile at your laugh. His fingers curl around his beer to keep himself from touching you.

The night goes amazingly. You laugh and drink a lot but can't seem to forget the closeness of Hvitserk next to you. He radiates warmth and happiness. The cologne he uses covers your senses. His thigh brushes against yours from time to time.

"Halfdan?" Bjorn's voice brings you back to reality. When you look at him, he is already watching you with a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah. Y/N could talk about him." "You know him?" Torvi asks, surprised. You shrug. "We dated for a little while." Hvitserk frowns at your words, but you don't notice it. His lips press into a thin line. "How was it?" You shrug again. "We didn't match." You went on a few dates with Halfdan, and while you enjoyed your time together, you found out soon enough that Halfdan was ready for a lot of things but not for a serious relationship. "Maybe you should date his brother," Ubbe suggests, laughing. "He was already married at least three times." "Yeah," you hum. "My dream is to be his fourth wife." "Isn't he old for you a bit?" Hvitserk asks, and your company needs all its strength not to laugh at the blonde man's jealous words. Heat rises up in your veins as you turn your head and look at him. A playful grin pulls on your lips. "Do you have something against older men?" Hvitserk doesn't care about older men or the brothers if they keep their distance from you. "Maybe we should go," Ubbe suddenly says, already standing up from his seat before his brother can say something to embarrass himself. "Ubbe is right," Bjorn nods. "It's late." You and Hvitserk need a few seconds to tear your gazes away from each other. "Hvitserk, maybe you should walk Y/N home," Torvi says, linking her arm over his boyfriend's. "It's dark outside." "Oh, no," you start. "You don't have to." "I do," he replies. "A walk would be nice." "I bet," Bjorn murmurs with a smirk. "I will call you tomorrow," he adds louder, watching you until you nod.

After saying goodbye to the others, you stay alone with Hvitserk. He walks by your side in silence for a few seconds. "So that's why you didn't come over for the few last weeks?" He asks after a while, keeping his gaze on the ground the whole time. His hands are in his coat pockets. "What do you mean?" You ask back. "Halfdan," he explains. "Oh," you hm. "No. I had a lot of things to do, and now that Bjorn moved out, I didn't really have the reason to go over." "Ivar misses you," he says, and you laugh. "I'm sure." "No, seriously," he clears his throat. "You can still hang out with us, right?" "I mean... yeah, I guess." You can feel your pulse in your throat as you wait for where this conversation will lead. "Or you could hang out just with me," he adds. "Ivar is boring anyway." You laugh again just to earn yourself more time to think about your next words. "I'm sure you have better things to do than spending your time with me," you tell him at the end. Your voice is quiet and unsure. You don't know what you should do. "Not really," he says. You can see his arm moving from the corner of your eyes. "I like being with you." Your heart jumps up to your throat next to your pulse when you feel his warm hand on you. His fingers are intertwined with yours. "Hvitserk," breathing out his name, you stop in front of the door of your flat. Your teeth sink into the flesh of your bottom lip as you look down at your hands. "You are really beautiful tonight." You laugh. That damn Ragnarsson charm. "Hvitserk..." He steps closer. His free hand lands under your jaw to push your head up until your eyes meet. His thumb pulls out your lip from between your teeth. "What are you doing?" You ask him. You have to force the words out because of your barely working lungs. "I like you, Y/N," he says. No embarrassment or uncertainty shows on his face. "Hvitserk..." You sigh, trying to say something, but your brain doesn't really want to work either. He smirks. "I like it when you say my name." "You can't... It's not... You are..." He patiently waits for you to finish at least one sentence. The young man really likes the way you fluster in his presence. His thumb still caresses the soft line of your bottom lip, and his other hand slips to your waist to pull you closer. Your front is pressed against his. He can't help but glance down at your cleavage. "Are your roommate home?" "My eyes are up, Hvitserk," you tell him, smirking. "I know," he grins. "They are pretty too." "Be serious," you tell him even though you can't swipe the smile off your face. "I am," he replies, looking up into your eyes. "I like you, Y/N, ever since you came over four years ago, crying because your ex broke your heart." "Really? You needed my broken heart to notice me?" You tease. "Of course not," he says. "You were always pretty in my eyes. But that was the moment I realized I would be much better for you." "Hvitserk..." "What? Don't you like me? Or because of Bjorn? I don't think he would have anything against us... I mean, did you see his love life?" "No," you reply, shaking your head. "He wouldn't mind, I'm sure." "Then what?" He asks, pressing you closer to himself. "My age? It's just a few years, Y/N. It's nothing." "Hvitserk, I know you," you reason. "You are almost as bad as Halfdan. And don't tell me it's not true. I saw the different girls you brought home almost every week." "But they weren't you," he says. "They weren't important. But you are." "Hvitserk, I really want someone for the long run..." you tell him honestly. "I want a good relationship that can grow into more in the future. I don't play games anymore." "And I can be that guy," he says. "Let me prove it, Y/N." His words fan over your lips. "Let me in." When you say nothing, he leans even closer and kisses you for the first time. His lips are soft and taste like cheap beer.

And something snaps inside of you.

Your arms curl around his neck as you let him deepen the kiss. The gentle nibbles become bites on your bottom lip until he coaxes your mouth open for free access to your tongue. His kiss is searing and takes your breath away at once. Your lungs burn when he breaks away.

His words vibrate on your swollen lips when he speaks. His forehead is against yours. "Open the door, Y/N." "Hm?" You hum, still dizzy. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips. His hand slips to your ass to grab a handful of your flesh. A grunt echoes in his chest at the feeling. "The door, Y/N. Open it." "Oh," you gasp. "Right."

He watches you fiddling with your keys with amusement. You are flustered and breathless. The taste of your lips still tingles on his own. His heated gaze rakes over your body from behind. The skirt hugs your bottom perfectly. His hand moves on its own accord to touch you again, but he decides against it at the last moment. No, he won't act like a dog in heat.

At least not in front of your neighbors.

Hvitserk barely slides inside your house before pushing the door close with his leg. His hands find your waist again, and when you turn to face him, he kisses you again. Your back falls against the wall, and your fingers curl into his blonde hair at the nape of his neck. His presence covers your every sense. Your nostrils are filled with his smell, your fingertips are warm on his skin, and your lips burn with his taste.

"Go to the couch," he hums against your lips before kissing you again. His tongue ghosts over the line of your bottom lip.

You need every strength in your body to do as he says.

"Sit down." "You are really commanding," you state, still following his words. "I want to taste you before you change your mind," he says. In contrast to his words, his smile is soft and almost innocent. "You... what?" You gasp, shocked. His smile turns into something much more wicked as he falls to his knees before you. Even the view is enough to make your thighs shake and your inside tremble. "Open those legs for me, Y/N," he grins. His long fingers fiddle with the straps of your high heels, moving up to your calves, and when he reaches the curve of your knees, he rises both of your legs after another to kiss them. "Hvitserk!" You gasp, slapping down on the couch under you as you grab the edge when he pulls your legs apart. "You don't have to." "Oh, Y/N," he hums. "But I want to so much." "Oh!"

The breath you keep inside your lungs burns you. The skirt runs up on your thighs as your legs open under Hvitserk's heavy gaze. His fingers dig into your thighs. He plays and gropes the flesh all the way to your bottom. Another gasp escapes your lips when the man grabs you again to tug you to the edge of your seat. The skirt you wear hides nothing anymore. "It's pretty," he grins, playing with the lace of your panties. "Interesting, I always imagined you as a black lingerie woman." "I have black ones, too," you breathe out quietly. He smirks. "Maybe next time." His thumb glides over your pussy through the thin fabric. He can feel your folds and the wetness that coats your most sensitive parts. Your thighs jerk when his touch reaches your clit. He teases the hard bud until your panties are soaked. "You are so wet already," he says with satisfaction dripping from his words. It really makes him happy. It means to him that he is not the only one who feels attraction. You are not here in front of him out of pity or worry that you would hurt his feelings and damage your friendship with his oldest brother. You really feel something. Something that can grow into more if he doesn't fucks it up. "Let me..." he hums, and without waiting for your answer, he pulls down your panties with a swift motion. Soon, the fabric lies on the ground, forgotten. The cold air on your pussy makes your whole body shiver with anticipation. "You have no idea how many times I imagined you just like this," he says, staring at your center intently. "Open and wet for me." His finger glides over your folds, smearing your wetness in the process. "Hvitserk," you breathe out his name, urging him to stop his teasing already. Your whole body is tense with waiting and burning desire. "I'm here," he smirks, leaning closer. His words fan over your aching pussy. Your thighs want to close on their own accord, but the blonde man's shoulders stop them. His fingers dig deeper into your flesh. He can't get enough of the softness of your skin. His cock is painfully hard in his jeans, but he forces himself to focus on something else. And it's not a difficult thing to do when you are in front of him with spread legs and soaked cunt. A sharp gasp escapes your lips when he closes the space between you. His tongue flattens on your pussy, taking a teasing lick of your wetness. Your juices spread across his tastebuds. His eye fall shut at the feeling.

Hvitserk devours you to his heart's content while you squirm and whine under him. His tongue flicks your clit a few times before sinking his finger into your pussy and sucking at you at the same time. Your back arches, and your mouth falls open into an airy moan. You can feel the throbbing of your heart between your legs. It jumps and speeds up at every swirl and push Hvitserk does with his tongue and fingers. He spreads his two fingers inside you, stretching your walls and finding every sweet spot that makes you cry for more. To cry for him. "Hivtserk," you moan. "I-I-" "Cum," he groans into your pussy. His eyes bore into yours. "Cum for me, Y/N. Let me drink from you." Your head falls back at the whirlwind that runs through your body. Your muscles are taut, almost painfully so. You can't even breathe as the climax washes over you with full force. Your fingers find their way into his curls. You tug on the blonde strands, and Hvitserk moans. He wants you to use him for your own pleasure. He wants you to find pleasure in him, not just in the bed but everywhere else too. After years of silently watching you and craving your body with equal need with your laugh and pretty smile, he is ready for everything. He is ready to accept everything you want to give him.

When you win back your consciousness, Hvitserk is still between your legs, resting his head on your thigh with a cheeky grin on his lips. His lips glint with your wetness. "Hey." Heat creeps up on your face. "Hi." "I will pick you up at seven tomorrow," he suddenly says, standing up from his kneeling position. A quick kiss on your lips reminds you of what happened a few minutes ago. "What?" You gasp. "Hvitserk... what?" You watch his receding form as he makes his way to the entrance door of your home. "I thought..." You point at your room with your thumb. The confusion is clear on your face. When he looks back from the door, he can't help but stop for a second. You are so goddamn beautiful. Your hair is a mess, your eyes still shine with the remains of your climax, and your lips are swollen and red from his kisses. He really needs his every self-control not to turn back and take you to your room for more. "Nope," he says, popping the p. "Date first. Tomorrow. At seven." "But..." "It was just a taste, Y/N, because I couldn't help myself." And with that, he closes the door, leaving you alone with shaking legs and a dizzy mind.

Oh, gods!

#hvitserk imagine #hvitserk x reader #hvitserk smut #Hvitserk x you #modern hvitserk #vikings smut #vikings imagine #vikings x reader

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biggerbetterbat · 21 days

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THE SECOND SON | masterlist

Ubbe Ragnarson x oc!reader

Summary: Ubbe, a fierce warrior with a heart of gold, and Valdis, a spirited woman with dreams of her own, find themselves thrust into an arranged marriage - dream of past that their fathers had.

General warnings: mentions of cheating, pregnancy, murder, fighting, violence, jealousy, strong language, smut, unprotected sex, death - overall typical viking’s things

In this story Ubbe was never married/in any relationship with Torvi (I do believe it’s a warning)

“They danced through the day

And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall

From winter to summer then winter again

'Til the walls did crumble and fall”

memory of him

one.

two.

three.

#ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe #ubbe x reader #ubbe imagine #vikings ubbe #ubbe lothbrok #ubbe fanfiction

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Holiday Surprise

Modern!Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, implied smut

1086 Words

Christmas brought a lot of stress, every little thing had to be perfect, everything had to be planned out. The food was needed to be made the next day, a lot of people would come over on the special day. Hvitserk and his new girlfriend, Ubbe and Torvi and finally Björn. It was the first Christmas they'd spent with Björn since they've started dating and that was almost three years ago. Of course she'd met Björn on special occasions, but he always busied himself with traveling.

After spending the whole day with decorating and adding the last touches to the tree, they both finally had the chance to settle down. The worry and slight panic of something being forgotten not leaving her mind. His only worry though was how he could survive Christmas without killing his own brothers. As they sat on the couch she just wouldn't sit still, getting up to fix little barely noticeable things. His eyes followed her in amusement as he got comfortable on the couch, watching her with a small smile on his face.

"Ivar did you buy the-" Interrupting her he smiled taking his crutch, walking up behind her. "The chocolate for the cake? Yes I did, princess." His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him as she let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, I just want everything to be perfect..." A soft chuckle escaped him as he placed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. "Everything will be perfect, my love. You shouldn't worry too much, it's not good for you.." Leaving soft kisses he inhaled her scent, making her chuckle quietly as she leaned into him.

Turning her around he couldn't help but smile, caressing her cheek. "You're acting like I'm sooo fragile. I'm not. You seem to be forgetting who won the playfight we had last week, or any other before." Rolling his eyes he smirked, pulling away slightly. "Please I let you win." Raising an eyebrow she scoffed. "Sure whatever you say, you big bad viking." Pulling away from him to walk back to the couch, sitting down. "Glad you know what my ancestors were." A teasing grin on his face as he sat down next to her, pulling her onto his lap.

With a smirk, his hand wandered to her sides, tickling her. Laughter erupted in the quiet room. "I let you win! You think you can beat, Ivar the boneless?!" Making his voice deeper, he turned them quickly so he was on top of her. "Okay I apologize to you, great Ivar the boneless!" She exclaimed holding her stomach, which hurt from laughing. Stopping he leaned down and kissed her softly. "See? Wasn't so hard now, was it?" Holding her stomach she sat up slowly, feeling a slight sickness come over her, but not bad enough to make her throw up. Watching her he started to worry, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, my love?"

Smiling slightly she leaned back. "Just sickness. It will go away soon, no need to worry." Nodding Ivar didn't fully understand what she meant and leaned back. "Do you know why you feel sick, princess?" His attention not fully on her now as he turned on the television. "Oh I don't know, might be the baby growing in me." Leaning back as well, she watched him carefully. "Oh okay that's great." Chuckling quietly she gave him a few minutes to realize what she just said.

After a few seconds his eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing, making him look like a fish. "What?!" His voice broke the tension building, making her double over in laughter. "You're pregnant?!" He was quick to pull her onto his lap again, his hand on her stomach as he looked into her eyes, seeing her nod. "Yes, Ivar, I am..." He shook his head looking down onto her stomach, clenching his jaw. "I didn't think..." Taking a deep breath he looked back up to her, his eyes glistening with tears. " I never thought it would be possible for me, for us, to have a baby..." His voice was quiet as he still couldn't believe it.

"Are you happy?" She was starting to worry, not being able to fully understand him right now. A quiet chuckle made her smile. "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm more than happy, my love. You're carrying my child, our child." His hands cupped her cheeks as he kissed her deeply, putting every ounce of emotion he felt into the kiss. The kiss was so intense it knocked the breath out of her lungs. Pulling away slightly, she leaned her forehead against his. Both couldn't help but chuckle breathlessly. "So a baby, huh?"

Ivar smirked slightly, placing a hand back onto her stomach. "We can still fuck, right?" Smacking him on the shoulder, she couldn't help but laugh. "Okay ouch! Damn, I was joking! But we can, right?" Fake panic in his voice as he pouted slightly. "Yes, we can, Ivar." Dramatically releasing a breath he grinned down at her. "Thank the gods, I was scared there was like a 'no fucking while pregnant' rule." Smiling up at him, she shook her head. "You're unbelievable."

Smirking down at her, he wiggled his eyebrows. "Yet you still let me knock you up. Telling me how much you wanted to fully feel me and not, quote, 'have this fucking stupid, annoying, useless' condom wrapped around my dick while 'filling you so so so well' making you want to-" Covering his mouth with both hands, while blushing she shushed him. "Okay I get it! You didn't want to use one either." She pouted, pulling her hands away in disgust as he licked her palm.

"No guy ever wants to wear one, they make it feel less intimate." He shrugged, kissing her forehead softly. "Björn never uses one, you know what he does? He-" Shaking her head she crunched up her nose in disgust. "Stop that, I don't wanna know what he does, because obviously it's not working with him having a million kids all around the world." Chuckling Ivar leaned his head against her shoulder. "I guess your right, but gods if I could I'd put a million babies in you as well. Fuck, can I?"

Blushing she shook her head smiling shyly. "We'll see, Ivar. We'll see." The fantasy of her and Ivar with a few kids, didn't seem to bad to her and felt like something that could be easily achieved in the future.

#ivar lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson x reader #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #ivar imagine #ivar fluff #ivar the king #vikings #vikings fanfiction #modern!ivar x reader #modern ivar #alex hogh #alex hogh andersen x reader #alex hoegh andersen #alex hogh andersen #vikings history #ivar

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literaryuppsala · 2 years

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I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland.

Title: Another Taylor Swift song, this one is ivy

Pairing: Ubbe x Fem!Reader

Summary: That’s my very own arranged marriage cliche I’ve written for my baby @goldaggers

Words: 2k(ish).

Warnings: The romance is all over the place, but there’s political issues and overall misogyny, like always. We’re living in a world where Magnus is the king of Mercia, married to Aethelflaed, yep i’m rewriting the stars history because It fits what my mithology, that’s a warning.

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. Here, just remember that the reader, despite being forced to get married, acts like she accepted her fate at first and Ubbe won’t be forcing himself on her, but there’s a few moments where she will be forced to do things she’s not comfortable with, so If that’s a trigger, please don’t read this. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.

FIFTH CHAPTER below the cut, enjoy ♥

By the end of the day, you and Ubbe were leaving the settlement again, going back to the castle. Riding horses side by side, you talked about what you did while with Torvi and he carefully listened to every word you said.

“Torvi is so kind to me, so patient… She taught me how to make a warm blanket for the winter.” You told him excitedly, you didn’t notice the big smile on your face while talking to him, glancing at his side profile once or twice, feeling your face warm and flush every now and then. “She even told me stories about your homeland, Prince Ubbe.”

“The winter back in Kattegat is very harsh, we like to use furs over and under the blankets, on the floor and sometimes the walls too, everything to keep the house warm inside.” He answered quietly, almost a little nostalgic.

“Do you miss It?” You asked shyly. “Being there, I mean.”

“Yes, sometimes.” He paused for a moment, looking up at nowhere then staring back at you. “But I miss the sea more… I was made to sail, Princess, not to settle. I want to discover new worlds, I’m getting tired of this one…”

Turning back at the road you gulped shyly, not knowing why you felt bad about the possibility of Ubbe leaving England, sailing away to new worlds and leaving you behind. You spent the rest of the way in silence, not daring to look at each other nor say anything, and you felt a strange emptiness within yourself.

As you reached the castle, Ubbe helped you get down off your horse, his hands grabbed your waist firmly and you held on to his shoulders for support. Your feet touched the ground softly, but his hands stayed on your waist for a moment, the same went with your hands on his broad shoulders. He stared down at you and for the second time that day you found yourself memorizing the little trail of dots created by the freckles on his face.

“You good, little one?” He whispered, thumbs caressing your waist over the fabric of your dress. Your face flushed with embarrassment, you quickly removed your hands from his body and nodded looking down at your own feet.

Ubbe kissed your forehead and you walked the last few steps to the castle by his side. When you entered, the guards took a good look at your dirty clothes but before they could say anything, your husband wrapped his arm around your shoulders and smiled at them, gently pushing through the space around them and walking you inside.

As you entered the dining room, the king and the queen were already at the table, both of them looked at you in shock, your father seemed disgusted by the way you presented yourself and told you with contempt:

“I thought you would have supper at the settlement.”

“We did, father.” You spoke, Ubbe immediately pressed your upper arm in reassurance while you talked, making you feel safe. “But mother wanted to talk, that’s why I came back earlier. We… Came back earlier.”

“Do you think it’s good manners to appear in this condition in our dining room? What If we had guests?” Your mother demanded firmly. “What happened to you? Were you rolling in the mud?”

“The princess was helping us at the settlement.” Ubbe answered for you, his hand dropped down your back affectionately. “I’m afraid she is very hands on.”

“What did you want to talk about, mother?” You asked carefully.

“Nothing, just go wash yourself, we’ll talk in the morning.”

You looked at Ubbe giving him a nod before walking to your room, he followed you and so did your maids. You looked at him and he frowned.

“I’m going to wash myself.” You said softly.

“I know.”

He kissed your cheek and crossed you while walking towards the bedroom. You swallowed hard and looked at your maids, they just shrugged and waited for instructions. You told them to bring the tub anyway, asked for warm water and followed your husband into your room. As you entered, he was already half naked, sitting at the edge of the bed, he smiled when he saw you.

“I talked to Bjorn, he said you can bring the priest to the settlement.” He told you while undressing.

“That’s… That’s great.” You sat at your dressing table.

A few minutes later your bath was prepared and your maids approached you to help you undress, you looked over your shoulders, to your husband, who had a smirk on his face while laying down on the pillows, arms under his head. You felt embarrassed, but then again, he was your husband and, naturally, he already saw you naked. At least that’s what you said.

So you let your maids undress you until there was just a soft, cotton undergarment. They helped you in and you sat into the water. With a wet cloth, they started helping you wash. You could feel Ubbe’s gaze burning holes on your skin, the white undergarment slowly becoming see through and exposing your skin to him. That was probably the first time he was seeing you naked and you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling self conscious, imagining If he found you attractive or not.

You breathed heavily, they finished helping you wash and brought you another undergarment, completely taking yours off before dressing you back. Quickly, you were in bed with him, laying down by his side feeling your heart racing in your chest and trying not to think about the fact he just saw your body.

“You’re beautiful.” He breathed, his eyes were closed and he seemed like he was falling asleep, your cheeks flushed.

“Thank you, my lord.”

Next morning and every other morning for a few months you woke up by his side, he would leave the bedroom after giving you a warm kiss on your forehead and you would prepare for the day, which you’d spend at the settlement learning everything you could about him, would watch while he trained with his brothers and ogle his body without noticing; would listen to Torvi’s stories and laugh at Ivar fighting with Sigurd. You didn’t feel threatened there, they truly felt like family for you.

Every night you would come back to your castle and every time your father would ask for Ubbe’s presence and when he left you by yourself, you would feel an outsider at your own house, misplaced, like you didn’t belong there. After that talking to your mother there wasn’t any other, she returned to her old self only caring about your brothers sharing knowing looks with you once you crossed each other’s path inside the castle, one that sent shivers down your spine like she knew you were different.

You would enter your room and start to get ready for bed before your maids came and once they arrived, they would look at each other with confused expressions, you would smile and politely tell them to go and rest for the next day and anxiously wait for your husband to return and lay down beside you after telling you everything your father told him, not missing any detail on plans for the future, battle strategies and maybe more vikings coming from Norway to occupy another settlements all around England.

“It seems like you have everything planned.” You told him once.

“Not everything, little one. Not everything.”

You tried so hard not to be charmed by him, you really did, stick to your duty, but your father’s voice slowly faded into the back of your mind. Ubbe asked you about your dreams, about the things you were interested in and his eyes sparkled a bright blue tone at you every time you talked. He had a soft spot for you, always smiling, the smallest touches would send shivers down your spine, goosebumps all over your body.

After so much time since the wedding you imagined he would have tried something, anything, but he never did. You caught yourself desiring him, imagining what It would be like to have him and since that realization, you became more and more shy around him, scared to say the wrong thing, scared of the things he might be thinking about you. Ubbe burned down every protective wall you built around your heart and easily entered.

One night, both of you went to the beach so he could show you where they first arrived. After telling you the story he looked over the horizon and sighed.

“You’re sad.” You whispered, looking at his side profile. He smiled and looked down before looking at you. “You keep looking towards the sea with these hopeful eyes, are you anxious to leave me, prince Ubbe?”

“Anxious to leave, yes. But not you.” He answered.

Oh, the way his gaze made you feel safe and nervous at the same time, you would always look away feeling overwhelmed, but not that time. That time you kept staring back at him until his hands met the sides of your face and he pulled you in for another forehead kiss, one that lasted longer, that made you close your eyes and sigh in happiness. He pulled away and looked at you again.

“I feel like every time that I look at the ocean, I’ll remember you.” You held his wrists.

“And why is that?”

“It’s the same color as your eyes.”

It took him a few seconds but he finally kissed you. His lips were soft, smooth, nipped yours until he sucked your upper lip into his mouth, teasing It with the tip of his tongue before releasing It. The second his tongue entered your mouth, the butterflies on your stomach went wild. Your hands fell to his waist and you pushed your body flush against his and he grunted into your mouth, his fingers dug into your hair and you shivered, clawing at his tunic like your life depended on it.

“That was my first kiss.” You breathed out, after he released your lips and before you had the chance to stop yourself.

“I’m glad It was with me.” He smiled brightly and kissed you again.

That night when you came back, your father told Ubbe he was heading to Wessex in two days, that he and his brothers should prepare to leave with him. You felt your heart dropping to your stomach when your husband just nodded.

“What are you doing in Wessex?” You asked the king and he looked at you with a frown.

“It’s not of your concern.”

“You’re taking my husband with you, of course it’s of my concern.”

“Pray for his safe return and stop tormenting me with stupid questions.”

“It’s alright little one.” He assured you, taking your hand to his lips and kissing you tenderly.

You imagined you’d feel a little uneasy about Ubbe leaving for a fight somewhere else, but didn’t think you’d feel so scared for his life. He entered your room and you followed, your maids stopping in their tracks when you told them with a nod to leave. You closed the door behind you and walked over your dressing table.

“I don’t like this.” You whispered. “We don’t know what’s gonna happen there, It might be dangerous for you!” You babbled nervously when he stood behind you, softly hugging you from behind, chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist.

“You’re worried about me, wife?” He asked, his breath softly touching your cheeks when he spoke.

“Of course I am worried! You might die!” You hissed.

“You scared…” He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“I am.” You mumbled, squeaking a little when he turned you on his arms, making you face him. “I don’t want you to die.”

“I won’t. I promise you.” He told you before his lips touched yours again, hands sneaking to the small of your back, pulling your body flush against his.

You hugged his neck, fingers curling around his neck. His kiss was intoxicating, snapping every rational thought from your brains until the feeling of him was the only thing on your mind, he mumbled sweet nothings into your mouth while kissing you, whispering how beautiful you were, how happy you made him for accepting his touch. His lips slipped from yours down your jaw to your neck, the wet trail of saliva left your skin cold, It gave you goosebumps, when his lips touched your chest, the top of breasts outside your cleavage, you pressed your hands against his skin, your body went rigid and you gasped. Feeling the slight change, Ubbe withdrew a little, his hands now on your shoulders as he looked down at you.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized shyly, eyes glossy as you looked into his own.

“Don’t be. I will never do anything you don’t want me to, I would never harm you.” He cooed softly, big hands meeting the side of your face, you leaned against It and nodded, sighing happily. “Let’s go to bed, little one.”

That night you slept on his chest, hearing the calm beating of his heart, the feeling of his naked torso against your cheek, the smell of his skin. He naturally smelled like the ocean, like a soft beach breeze touching your face, It quickly nudged you into sleep.

Two days later, you were watching as they prepared to leave, your heart beating heavily on your chest. When he finally looked your way, you smiled sadly, walking towards him, straight into his arms.

“Take care, my prince.” You whispered as he cradled you with his arms.

“I will.” He answered before pulling your face up and kissing your forehead.

Your father just stocked the carriage with everything he was going to need for the trip, saddled up the best horses for himself and his personal guards and was waiting mounted on his horse, not giving you a second look. Your mother wasn’t anywhere near and you imagined If they still felt anything for each other.

When Ubbe mounted his horse, you gave two steps back, waving his brothers goodbye. A strange feeling of emptiness crept in, making you create all the nastiest outcomes for that whole trip, but as you watched your husband leave, you knew you couldn’t say anything else. So you just watched as he, his brothers and your father vanished from your view.

King Aelle’s entourage consisted primarily of his personal guard, four of his most trusted soldiers, two that rode right behind him and other two that rode in front of him, two chariots with a reasonable supply of gold, protected by four more soldiers and the charioteer, and, in the back, the Ragnarssons.

“I don’t know, something is not right.” Bjorn was the one to talk first, whispering to Ubbe who was beside him.

“You didn’t expect us to be by his side, did you?” Ivar stepped in. “He wouldn’t trust us next to his gold. And he’s right, because I’d steal all of this in a blink of an eye.”

“He’d trusted his daughter with us.” Bjorn insisted, grunting lowly and looking over his shoulders to his younger brother.

“He’s not very fond of her either.” He shrugged.

“He has no honor.” Ubbe growled. “What kind of father sells his only daughter to a man he doesn’t trust?”

“A christian father, apparently.” Sigurd answered in disgust.

The path wasn’t long, but they needed to pass through Mercia to get to Wessex. Bjorn had all the memories from when Ragnar helped queen Kwenthrith in the past, the kingdom was now ruled by her son, Magnus, who still believed was a son of Ragnar himself and, as far as he knew, wasn’t very fond of Ecbert, nor Aelle.

As soon as they reached the gates of Mercia, the soldiers in front of the entourage walked closer and announced the king. It took them a minute to come back and, right after that, the gates were opened, showing off the city inside those walls. Everyone entered and the gates were closed, they dismounted and waited in silence, under the scrutiny of Mercia’s people.

“Brothers!” Magnus’ voice reverberated from somewhere, his tiny figure coming from inside the castle, accompanied by his guards and a pregnant woman, probably the queen.

“Prince Magnus.” King Aelle whispered in response, making a little bow to the man who passed right through him and walked towards the Ragnarssons.

“Gods, It’s so good to see you all.” He greeted Bjorn excitedly, while pulling him in for a hug. Did the same with the others, except with Ivar who leaned back and rejected the contact. Magnus smiled embarrassed before pushing the woman by his side, a beautiful petite brunette with big, curious green eyes. “This is my wife, Aethelfled.” He introduced, hand protectively over her bump. “My queen, these are my brothers, sons of Ragnar.”

“It’s an honor to finally meet you all in person.” She greeted them shyly. “Queen Kwenthrith told me everything about your father and how you helped our kingdom in the past.”

“It’s a great honor for us too.” Bjorn answered carefully.

“Excuse me.” King Aelle made himself visible again, catching everyone’s attention. “Your highness.” He bowed again, this time to the queen, who smiled in response.”

“King Aelle.” Magnus said begrudgingly. “It’s great to see you all here. But to which do I owe the honor of your visit?” He asked, a little suspicious.

“I wondered If we could maybe enjoy your hospitality a little while we talk.” King Aelle asked under his breath.

“Of course, come. Aethelfled will have your soldiers fed and warmed.” Magnus said simply, before looking at his wife with a proud smile. “Have our servants prepare a feast for us, sweetheart. Please.”

Aethelfled kissed his cheek and made a movement with her hand, showing a path behind her back that all the soldiers followed without questioning, taking the chariots with them. King Aelle and the Ragnarssons followed Magnus and his guards to the castle.

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sigridsdottir · 1 year

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vikings + ubbe & torvi (1/?)

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#vikings #vikingsedit #vikings fandom #ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe lothbrok #torvi #ubbe x torvi #i lazily slapped a tumblr filter on all these pics i found from pinterest and idk if i like it

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A Thousand Battles (Modern!Ivar AU)

A modern!Ivar x F OC (Julietta Lothbrok)

Warnings - Language. Hospital setting. Description of injuries.

Synopsis - Julietta wakes up with no memory of her life or her husband, Ivar. Will it ever return? Does she want it to?

Word Count - 4451

This is for @blackseapearl 400 follower trope challenge. I asked for Amnesia :)

Shout Outs - A massive shout out to @blackseapearl and @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for beta reading, ironing out all the mistakes and the motivation to keep going with it. Special hugs to @blackseapearl for talking through the ending with me and giving me some much needed inspiration and the wonderful moodboard.

This fic kicked (and is still kicking!) my ass, I’ve never had such a hard time with motivation as I have writing this long-ass bitch so I hope you enjoy it :)

It’s also LOOOOOOOONNNGGGGGGGG….. and I’m only the tiniest bit sorry about that!

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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CHAPTER 3

Julietta looks out of the window in time for the car to round a corner and for her to see high walls, stretching as far left and right as she can see.

The car eventually pulls up in front of some enormous, black iron gates with security cameras pointing in all different directions. Pulling up to an intercom, the driver announces them, holding up a pass to a camera. The gates open slowly and they are greeted by four more security guards who circle the car, letting two very vicious looking dogs sniff around the vehicle.

“Normal procedure, you will get used to it.” Ivar reassures her after catching the look on her face. He lowers the blacked out window and one of the guards looks into the car.

“Welcome home, Mrs Lothbrok,” he says, reaching for a radio attached to his chest. He says the word “clear” into it and the SUV starts to move again.

“Up there -“ Ivar points to the right at a house on a hill within the grounds, “- is Ubbe and Torvi’s house.” When she catches sight of it she can’t help but let out a laugh.

“That’s not a house, Ivar! That’s a mansion. Jesus Christ, that's not how big ours is, is it?” Her eyes are full of apprehension.

He chuckles at her. “Ours is different, it’s all on one level, because of my legs. It’s not small though, baby,” he tells her with a slight look of worry on his face. “The main house, my parents house, is going to blow your mind, it’s just up behind the tree line.”

“Fuck, hasn’t my mind been blown enough for one lifetime? …what?” she asks when she sees confusion on his face.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you swear,” he says, his expression changing to amusement.

“It is? In three years?! I feel like I’m a swearer. Shit, twat, ass, cunt. Oh, I think I’ve just drawn my own line at the c word!” She grimaces at her words.

Ivar laughs at her, watching her with reverence.

“Oh my Gods…” she says as the main house comes into view. Words fail her; it’s giant, awe inspiring, intimidating. There’s an actual fountain outside. “Ivar… I think you’ve been a bit conservative with the description of your family's businesses. How rich are you people?” she asks almost breathlessly.

He doesn’t answer, he just grips her hand to steady her panic spiral and waits until her breathing evens out before he speaks. “Us, Liet. Not ‘you people’. Us,” he says gently. “We are wealthy, you included. Okay, love?”

“Not really. This is… a lot to take in,” she tells him, gripping his hand hard.

“Our house is coming up, okay Love? Don’t worry, I'm here.”

She points at a couple other properties around the grounds but he just shakes his head.

She knows when she sees it. Sprawling is the word she would use. A sprawling property along the edge of a tree line. It’s clad in traditional dark wood that is juxtaposed to the steel lines of the vast, modern windows and the line of very expensive looking cars lined up outside on the drive.

“Ivar... what the hell? That’s our place?” she breathes out.

“It’s very homely inside, Liet. You’ve done an amazing job on the interior.”

The SUV pulls up and Ivar rounds the car to open the passenger door for her.

When he opens the front door to the house, she walks into a hallway and can immediately see all the way out through the house, through a cosy-looking sitting room, through the massive window and out into the view that expands behind the house. A lake, mountains far away in the background, and a pool in the foreground.

To her left she can see a doorway leading into a kitchen.

“The bedrooms are all off to the right. Your studio is that way as well.”

“Studio?” She asks, totally confused.

“You paint. Scenery, sometimes portraits of people. You are really rather good. Shall I take you on a tour?”

“I need to sit down. It’s all a bit much.”

He’s at her side in a second, arm linked through hers as he guides her forward to the biggest, squishiest-looking cream sofas she has ever seen. When she sits it’s like being on a cloud. Ivar leaves for a second and comes back with a glass of water.

“Baby, I have to go to the main house to...” he tells her as he checks his watch, but when he sees the expression on her face he doesn’t finish his sentence, he just sits next to her and pulls her to him. “Oh Liet, I know how this is a massive shock, you must feel lost. I will call my father, I’m not leaving you.”

“No, Ivar. You’ve been at my side for months. You need to go and do whatever it is you do. You have responsibilities.”

“My only responsibility is to make sure you are coping with all this. My father can wait a day or two. I am just going outside to call him, okay?” She can detect a slight unease in his voice. His father must be formidable.

When he comes back in he looks relieved. “Father is expecting me back on Monday, so we have four days to get you settled.”

“Oh, thank fuck. Okay, I can work with that. Thank you. I will need to thank your father soon for being so understanding.” She stands up and walks to the window, looking out over the view. “Do I swim in that lake?”

Ivar snort laughs. “Absolutely not, baby. Being in nature isn’t really your thing. You like the pool though, it’s heated, which is good for my legs. Much more your style.”

She nods slowly, but it doesn’t feel like her. She wants to go in the lake, she wants to explore the grounds, into the tree line to look for squirrels and birds. Maybe the head injury has changed her fundamentally. Although when she asked the doctor about this she was reassured that it was incredibly rare and usually just used by film and books as a plot point.

“Do you want to go in the pool? Water can be very calming. I will come in with you,” he offers softly.

She thinks for a moment. She would like to, she thinks she likes to swim but her thoughts turn to her body. Her scarring, having him see her in swimsuit would be nerve wracking enough if she didn’t have the leftover reminders of the accident. Not to mention there has been no personal grooming in the hospital so she is resembling a grizzly bear. She shakes her head at him but her expression gives her away.

“Why? What are you thinking? You look sad.”

She may as well be honest with him. Who else in the world does she have to talk to? No one at this point. “My scars, you haven’t seen me like that. I’m not comfortable enough to show you my body yet. And I’m hairy as hell,” she lets out a huff of laughter and shrugs as his face breaks into a massive smile.

“Liet,” he says softly, reprimanding her gently. “Hair really isn’t an issue, who do you think bathed you in hospital when you were unconscious? As if I would let anyone else take care of you like that! I can get you someone to come tomorrow if it’s making you self conscious though. As for the scarring, you don’t remember what my legs look like: I am covered in them. Come on, let’s get in the pool. Wear a T-shirt if it would make you feel better? Yes?”

She thinks for a minute and when she looks at him her tensions ease slightly. “Okay, and I would like someone to come and de-hair me if you could arrange it? Maybe a hairdresser to try and sort this shit show on top of my head? Thank you, Ivar.”

“Done, love. Come with me and I will show you your closet.”

He leads her to the bedroom, which is as plush and spotless as the rest of the house. His, their, bed is the biggest she’s ever seen.

He leads her into a walk-in closet which is the size of another bedroom.

“Oh. My. Gods. This isn’t all mine?” She walks along the racks of clothes, the wall to ceiling shelves stacked with designer heels and handbags. She pulls open draws that sit in the island in the middle of the space. They are full of jewellery, sunglasses, underwear, and her mouth is hanging open. “It’s like a store. I... I can’t believe it.”

“Swimsuits and bikinis are in one of those drawers, I think,” he pointed to the other side of the island, “I’ll leave you get changed and meet you by the pool. I will leave one of my T-shirts on the bed if you want it, but Liet,” he steps into her space, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me. I would prefer it if you didn’t wear it, but I understand if you want to. Okay?” he says delicately before turning around and leaving her alone.

She picks a one piece. Looking herself over in the mirror when she puts it on. She debates not wearing the shirt he left for her but her nerves take over and she pulls it on quickly.

When she finds the way out of the back of the house, Ivar is waiting for her at the side of the pool, legs dangling into the water. His face momentarily shows disappointment when he sees her in the shirt but he is quick to correct his face so he doesn’t put any pressure on her. She sees it though and she makes a decision.

She pads to the side of the pool, sitting on his left side and lets her legs do as his are, dangling in the pool.

“You take your top off and I will take mine off. Deal?” she says quietly.

His head whips to her and a brilliant smile cracks his face in half. He doesn’t reply with words, he just grabs the hem of his top and pulls it over head. Her eyes widen at the sight of his muscles.

“Oh, well that’s just unfair! You look like a fucking model and my skin looks like a road map under this top. Fuck, I should have taken mine off first. I’ve lost my nerve now,” she grumbles, spying at his body out of the corners of her eyes.

A laugh leaves him. “You are funnier since your accident. Here, let me help you. Please Liet, don’t be shy with me.” He reaches across and starts to lift her top up very slowly, and when she doesn’t protest he pulls it off and tosses it behind her.

Her face colours as she watches his eyes travel over her right side, over the lines of scarring on her shoulder and arm, the round dots where pins were put into her bone, holding it all together, and the jagged, raised pink scar that runs from her hip to her mid thigh. His jaw twitches and she can see his nostrils flare slowly. She knows he is trying not to cry, she’s seen this on his face a few times.

“I supposed I won’t be wearing any high slit ball gowns in the future, hey?” she jokes, trying to diffuse the tension and lighten the mood.

“Can I touch you?” His eyes are still on her thigh.

“What do you mean?” she asks too quickly, panic in her tone, clearly thinking he is implying intimacy.

Ivar’s eyes widen as he realises her thought process. “I mean can I touch your scar? Nothing else. I know it’s far too soon for all of that.”

She lets out a held breath slowly. “Okay,” she nods curtly and her eyes follow his hand as he lets his index finger run the length of the scar. He lets out a small sigh as he traces it up and down.

“They aren't so bad, certainly nothing you should ever be self conscious about.” His eyes find hers quickly. “You have always been the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever seen, you still are and always will be. These are nothing, my beautiful Liet.”

Looking down into the water, the rippling effect gets bigger until she realises it’s not the water, it’s the tears in her eyes she can see. Blinking them away they spill onto her cheeks, she wipes them quickly.

“Thank you, Ivar. That really does mean a lot. Plus if we ever get lost I think these,” she gestures to her upper arm, “are a map of the roads to the nearest motorway.” She catches his eye and they both burst out laughing. “Come on, let’s get in the water, it’s chilly and frankly your muscles are making me feel inferior.”

He starts his pecs dancing. “These muscles?” he asks innocently. “Or these ones?” He flexes his arms as he lowers himself slowly into the water, raising his eyebrows suggestively. She rolls her eyes but can’t take them off of him; he is so attractive.

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They sleep in the same bed but do nothing but talk and have an innocent kiss goodnight.

Julietta wakes up in the morning to the sound of the shower and the smell of fresh coffee brewing. It takes a few seconds of panic to remember where she is, and who is in the shower. When she sees the picture of her and Ivar on the dresser her heart does a little flip.

“Morning, sleepy,” he says as he walks into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his middle, hair still dripping wet. Her eyes travel over him and she can feel herself blush. He catches the colour on her cheeks. “Sorry, I didn’t think that me in a towel might make you uncomfortable, I’ll get changed in the other room.”

“No,” she counters a bit too quickly and it makes a quirked smiled appear on his face, “fuck, I was trying to be casual. I’m not uncomfortable, I’m enjoying the view.”

His eyes flit to his towel, “I can drop this if you want?” His eyes flash wide and he raises an eyebrow.

“One step at a time, stud!” she laughs.

“Fine! We have a hairdresser and a beautician coming at 10am for you to defuzz.”

She looks down at her legs. “I hope you booked a double slot, I’m like a caveman, they are going to have to use a hedge trimmer to get through this lot.” She grimaces as he laughs at her.

“I’m going to be in my office for most of the day, if you need anything just come in?”

“There’s not much in the fridge, how do we shop? I’m assuming I can’t go to the supermarket yet?”

A confused smile is on his face. “You want to go to the supermarket?” He shakes his head a little. “Sorry, love, not yet, I’ll make a list and get someone to go this morning.”

She spends the morning getting pampered and feels a thousand times better when they leave. She spends a bit of time playing with her much shorter hair and decides that she doesn’t hate it, but she wants to show Ivar so she knocks softly on his office door.

“Come in,” his loud voice demands.

Pushing the door open slowly she peeks in but sees him on the phone so she doesn’t step in fully, she starts to back out not wanting to disturb him.

“No, that’s not an option. It will be exactly as I’ve instructed. Do not deviate from my plan. I have to go,” he says harshly into the phone and hangs up. “Liet, come in,” he says softly.

She walks in sheepishly, hand running over her much shorter hair. “I had it cut, do you like it?”

He rounds the desk and breaks into a massive smile. “I love it, you look beautiful! It suits you short, you can see more of your face.” He runs his hand over her hair and down her cheek. “Are you happy with it?”

“I think so, it’s much shorter than in the wedding photos, are you sure you like it?”

“You are beautiful. I really like it.”

She throws a foot up on the desk pulling her dress up a bit. “Look, no fur!” Chuckling as she points at her leg. She bites her lip as she sees his eyes darken and he reaches out to rub his hand up her leg. She is blushing again when his eyes meet her own.

“Very smooth. I like it.” His eyes flit to her lips for a few seconds then he clears his throat and removes his hand. “I should get back to work. Unless you need me for anything else?” His meaning is clear and although his hands felt heavenly on her skin she isn’t ready for that.

“Not yet,” she answers from under her lashes. “Go back to work, I will find something to occupy my time.”

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He has been on calls all day trying to get information about her accident but so far it’s coming up short and his frustration is off the charts. How could someone have done this to her and there be no trace of the people or group responsible? Nobody is claiming the incident, no enemies but he knows it can’t have just been a random accident…and it’s driving him mad. Once he is back at work properly he vows to pay some visits to choice people and hopefully shake some information loose.

Ivar is drawn out of his dark thoughts by the smell of food wafting into his study, and his stomach growls. He picks up his crutch, leaning heavily on it, and makes his way to the kitchen to a sight he has never seen before. A sight that stops in his tracks.

She looks up to see him staring at her, open-mouthed.

“What is it?” she asks with a worried look on her face.

“You are cooking?”

“Looks like it, doesn’t it?“ she replies sarcastically.

“What…what are you cooking?”

“Prawn Tom yum. Oh shit, do you not eat prawns? Shit. Do I eat prawns? Is one of us allergic and I have forgotten?” Her shoulders drop in disappointment.

He shakes his head. “No, we both like prawns.” He takes a seat at the counter watching her chop and peel, following the recipe off the tablet he gave her. She does a double take when she sees him still staring at her.

“What is it? Why are you looking at me like I’ve grown a second head? Have you changed your mind about my hair?” Her face tips to the floor in embarrassment.

“Oh love, it’s not that. I love you hair, honestly.” He holds his hands open and exhales in disbelief. “It’s just…you’ve never cooked one thing in the whole time I’ve known you.”

She levels him a withering look; clearly she thinks he is kidding. “That’s absurd, I must have.”

“Not a single thing, Liet. Not even toast. Nothing.”

“Oh don’t be stupid!? What do we eat then?” she asks, confused.

“Well, we go out to restaurants and we have a private chef.” He looks almost embarrassed.

Her mouth hangs open at his revelation, shaking her head. “Hang on, let me get this straight. We have a chef come in and make dinner unless we are going to eat out? That’s absolutely insane.”

Ivar looks incredibly sheepish all of a sudden.“He makes breakfast and lunch as well.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “You are taking the piss out of me, surely?”

But when he shakes his head and looks awkwardly at her she knows he isn’t.

“I’m astounded! I know I can cook, I’m finding this easy, I can’t remember recipes but I know how to chop and peel and stir and taste. Fucking hell, what did I used to do with my time?”

He shrugs a little. “Paint, shop, read, go to the gym, go out with the wives.”

She screws her face up. “That’s all I did? I didn't work, didn’t cook, I’m assuming I didn’t clean this place? I just …exist. Live off of your money and spend it like it grows on trees? Like it’s money I've earned myself? Ewww.”

“It’s our money, Julietta, not mine. You live off our money. We are lucky that we are afforded this lifestyle. You don’t have to work.”

She goes to the stove and starts to stir the veg in the wok, thinking hard. “So I’m a kept woman? I’m a gold digger?”

He shifts in his chair uncomfortably and his face pulls into a deep scowl. “No, you’re not. We fell in love before you knew anything about this.” He waves his hand around. “You aren’t here for the money. You love me for me, or so I’m told…”

The realisation of what she said hits her. The implication behind it, even though she didn’t mean it like that. Her heart aches looking at him; his face is drawn, downcast. Hurt.

“Ivar, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you, I didn’t mean that I was with you for your money. I’m sorry. That was thoughtless of me. You’ve shown me nothing but kindness, patience, loyalty.” She’s grovelling now, and she knows it. “You are funny and loving and I can see why I loved you. Love you. Loved you? Oh Gods, what even is the right way of saying it without hurting your feelings?” She inhales deeply and calms her voice. “You have all these qualities so I understand how I fell in love with you. Plus you are very handsome and you have a very nice body.” She looks at him and smiles cheekily, making him smile back. “It’s not a stretch to think that I will fall in love with you again. I know I will.”

His face blooms and he gets on off the stool to walk around and embrace her.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I’m sorry.” She says into his shoulder.

He pulls away from her slowly and gives her a quick kiss on the lips, then another. “Thank you, Liet. You have no idea how much that means to me and you never used to tell me. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I love you.”

She gives him another small kiss. “Well, let’s see if you are saying the same after trying my cooking for the first time!”

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The rest of the weekend is spent talking, swimming, cooking together, and watching each other's favourite films, Ivar reminds her what hers is. They laugh the whole time.

They talk about him. She realises it’s been all about her for months and she knows very little about him: nothing of his past, his likes and his dislikes, his hobbies, where they met, their first dates, where he proposed, where they got married, his family.

Julietta soaks it all in. He’s not had an easy life, despite growing up in extreme wealth. He spent large chunks of his childhood in pain, in and out of hospitals, watching from the sidelines as his brothers were able to do normal kid stuff. It was not until his late teens when he started to use leg braces to help him walk, although she has seen a wheelchair in one of the hall closets so he must use that sometimes as well.

“Ivar. How often do you use your wheelchair?”

She can tell that he wasn’t expecting that question. “I try to not use it around you. You said it made you a little uncomfortable. You were getting more used to it before the wedding, you wanted me to use it if I needed to, but I couldn’t forget your first reaction to it,” he tells her in a small voice, looking down at his feet.

“What? Surely I didn’t say that? I don’t care about you using it, I promise you. I would rather you used it and were in less pain. Christ, what a nasty thing to have said to you!” Her face flames, she feels a mix of shame and anger. “I am so sorry. Use it whenever you need to, all the fucking time if that’s better for you. In fact” –she stomps out of the kitchen and walks back pushing it, parking it beside the bench– “no more hiding it away. It stays here, or wherever is best for you. Okay?”

He nods quickly, a faltering smile appearing on his lips.

“I mean it, Ivar. Don’t ever struggle in our house because of me. I have no negative thoughts about you using it. I promise you. The old me can piss off! I feel ashamed that I said that to you. I’m really sorry.”

Later on in the evening, he shows her photos of the two of them together and she notices something immediately. She is dressed immaculately in all of them, long hair and make-up always perfect, a smile on her face. But in none of the pictures are they touching, holding hands, or kissing -- and if she looks closely she is certain that her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Ivar, I look like a bag of beaten up shit now compared to in these pictures. I don't even know where my makeup is, and I’ve got this scar on my face. Ugh. I will make more of an effort for you.” Tears slips out of her eyes. “I’m certainly not her. She is glamorous and put together and I slump around the place in sweat pants and work out clothes. Sorry.” She wipes her tears but more fall, ashamed of herself for not being the same woman she was.

“You stop that immediately. You are perfect just as you are.” It looks like he is going to say something else but decides against it. “I wouldn’t trade the way you are now for anything. Come here.” He holds his hands out to her and she crawls across the sofa to settle into him. “You are happier now, more… what’s the word.. relaxed, I suppose. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, baby.”

She wants to believe him, but doubts are forming in her brain, despite his assurances.

Chapter 4

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we-are-only-halfway-home93 · 2 years

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Come and Lay the Roses 34- Lots to Answer For- [Ivar x OC]

Summary: The rat is caught in a trap.

Characters: Ivar x OC, Bjorn x Torvi, Ubbe x Margrethe, Sigurd x OC, Hvitserk x Thora, Ragnar, Lagertha

Warnings: arranged marriage, violence, sex, torture, language, mentions of rape/sexual assault

Ch. 33

AN: I actually wrote most of this chapter when I first came up with the idea for this story so I didn't have to add much to complete it. Enjoy!

“Only trust thyself, and another shall not betray thee.”

~ William Penn

It was late, or early depending on who you ask, when Björn called the men together. Ivar was the only one who hadn’t been sleeping.

The fire was roaring and the whiskey was flowing when Björn entered the office. Ivar was standing back by the windows, his tension palpable to them all. They were eager to hear what Björn had learned.

Björn cleared his throat before unrolling a blueprint. “Ecbert owns three buildings on the south side of the dockyards. One of them is used for imports and exports. He uses it strictly for holding property that he plans to ship out of the country. Floki did recon all day yesterday and said nothing but tobacco and cider left that building.

“The second building is storage. All large personal property is kept there. Large-scale paintings, vehicles, and collector pieces. Anything he doesn’t have space for at any of his properties sits in that building. Rollo had one of his teams check it out last night and they didn’t find anything that gave off a heat signature.”

Björn took a deep breath and looked across the room at Ivar. The man in question straightened at the eye contact.

“The third building is heavily guarded.” Björn gestured to the blueprint on the desk. “Four guards walk the perimeter at all times. Two stand watch on the roof. Infrared counts ten heat signatures moving inside at all times.” Björn took a deep breath and seemed to brace himself. “An eleventh heat signature remains unmoving in this,” he pointed to a corner of the blueprint. “Part of the building. After two days of surveillance, it hasn’t moved beyond the confines of that room.

“We can only assume that it’s Aaline.” Björn straightened and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Assume? What if it’s not?” Ubbe was the only one brave enough to ask the hard questions. Björn nodded.

“I thought about that. Twice,” He held up two fingers. “Ecbert was observed entering the building. The infrared caught a figure moving to that room, lingering for several minutes before leaving again and that’s when Ecbert left the building. We have to assume Aaline is being held in that room.”

Ragnar nodded and cleared his throat. “So, what’s our plan of action?” Björn smiled.

“We take two teams to enter on foot. There are only two men on the roof so motion from below will draw them inside. Each team enters from opposite ends. One comes in from the east,” Björn trailed his hand across the east side of the blueprint. “The other comes in through the west.

“The team on the west needs to move quickly. One person,” Björn looked up at Ivar. “will break away from the group and head directly to this room.” He swept his hand across the room where they suspected Aaline was being held. “Ivar, your only job is to secure Aaline.” Ivar’s jaw tensed.

“This entire mission is designed to get her out safely and quickly. Your only concern is getting her out unharmed. Revenge can come later. Do you understand?” Björn’s tone was calm but his meaning was clear.

Ivar kept his glare on Björn for one tense minute before looking away. Björn took it for the submission it was and moved on. “As soon as we get the all-clear from Ivar that Aaline is out of the building, we’ll clear out the same way we came.”

He looked up at the grim faces of his brothers. “Aaline is the priority. We’re moving in to retrieve her and nothing else. Once she’s clear, we leave like we were never even there in the first place. Everything else will come later.”

Ragnar nodded. “I approve of this plan.” He leaned back and lowered himself into his chair, steepling his fingers. “Now, who is my rat?”

None of the sons looked at him. It wasn’t a surprise that they had kept their focus on Aaline. She had always been the priority. It was a surprise when Ivar cleared his throat and stepped forward.

“Aethelwulf had a loose tongue before his death. Told me he’d give me information if I let him live.” Ivar shrugged when Ragnar raised his brows. “He informed me that Freydis had been stalking me and Aaline.” Ivar sneered as Freydis’s name passed his lips. “He told me that she was the one who told Ecbert to take Aaline.”

Ivar met his father’s eyes. Ragnar knew then that he’d made a mistake keeping Freydis on their payroll but he never thought the girl had the backbone to turn against him. He’d never underestimate another employee again.

He leaned back in his chair and looked up at Hvitserk. “Bring her here.” Hvitserk nodded and he and Ubbe made a quick exit.

Ivar turned when the door opened. Hvitserk ushered Freydis into the room, giving Ivar a firm look, and closed the door, shutting him and Freydis inside the room, alone.

Ivar smiled at her, his face giving nothing away of his intentions. Freydis smiled demurely back and stepped towards him until she was in front of him. “Hello, Ivar. Hvitserk said you wanted to speak to me.”

Ivar hummed and brought his hands up to her face, stroking his thumbs over her cheekbones.

Looking at her now, he couldn’t find what used to draw him in. Her eyes were dull, absent of any life she used to have. The smile on her face looked painted on as if she’d been drawn by the hands of an artist who had never seen a true smile of happiness. It didn’t reach her eyes. He could see the gears turning behind them, calculating her plan.

“My wife is missing, has been for nearly a week.�� Freydis tilted her head back as Ivar continued to stroke her cheeks. Her eyes were closed as he lulled her into a false peace. “Someone told Ecbert where to find her. Someone betrayed me.” She opened her eyes slowly, blinking as she focused.

She kept her gaze locked on his as he searched her eyes. She was either stupid or delusional if she believed that he wouldn’t retaliate. “Are you going to deny it?” He whispered. She tilted her head up towards him and ran her hands up his chest. “No. I told them where to find her.” She pressed forward and touched her lips to his. He didn’t react.

She pulled back and stroked his face, her eyes calm and content. “Where is he keeping her?” He asked. She was truly delusional if she answered him. She smiled up at him and bumped her nose against his. “One of his warehouses near his home. He goes there every day to check on her.” Ivar was genuinely surprised that she answered. He underestimated her obsession with him. Never again.

Ivar smiled at her, betraying nothing. He pressed his hands against her hips, turning her back to him. Freydis leaned against him and hummed in satisfaction. Ivar slowly pulled the belt from his slacks, winding it around his hands. “I loved you once, Freydis. I never thought I could love another again after you betrayed me.” He brought his hands up over her head and draped the belt around her throat.

“I must thank you, Freydis.” He whispered tenderly against the shell of her ear, stroking his fingers up the column of her neck. “Because of you, I know what it really is to love and be loved.”

He pulled the belt tight around her throat and fell back, landing hard on the ground in front of the desk. Freydis gasped and struggled against him, her legs kicking uselessly and her hands coming back to grab at his face. Ivar turned his head away from her and tightened his hold on his belt.

Her struggles became weaker and weaker as the oxygen flow to her brain was cut off. Ivar maintained his hold on her until she stopped moving and well after that.

He sat up, pushing Freydis away from him. He stood up slowly, the ache in his hips more pronounced than normal. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. His brothers stood on the other side and they turned to him at once.

He breathed heavily before shuffling forward, his gait slow and stuttered. He wrapped his hands around the banister and sighed. “She’s in the warehouse. He goes there every day to ‘check’ on her.”

Ivar turned to his brothers then, his gaze passing over Freydis’ body with little care. “First, we get rid of the body.” Björn glanced inside the office and grunted. “Then, we save my wife.”

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Ocs as characters

Tagged by @shegetsburned @unbindingkerberos & @poisonedtruth to do this quiz!

Lara Darling-Jóźwiak

Ariadne (Inception)

Abed Nadir (Community)

Peggy Olson (Mad Men)

Jane Eyre (Jane Eyre)

Sailor Mercury (Sailor Moon)

Jemma Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Jasmine (Aladdin)

Torvi (Vikings)

Viktor (Arcane)

Angela Montenegro (Bones)

Dana Polk (The Cabin in the Woods)

Lucius Fox (The Dark Night)

Martha Nielsen (Dark)

Dorothy Gale (Wizard of Oz)

Rogue (X-Men)

El Profesor (Money Heist)

Peeta Mellark (Hunger Games)

Ada Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Bunny O’Malley

Nomi Marks (Sense8)

Arya Stark (Game of Thrones)

Abed Nadir (Community)

Elizabeth Bennett (Pride & Prejudice)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Daisy “Skye” Johnson (Agents of Shield)

Jasmine (Aladdin)

Lagertha (Vikings)

Ekko (Arcane)

Jack Hodgins (Bones)

Marty Mikalski (The Cabin in the Woods)

Bruce Wayne (The Dark Knight)

Martha Nielsen (Dark)

The Wicked Witch of the West (Wizard of Oz)

Jean Gray (X-Men)

El Profesor (Money Heist)

Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games)

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Sage O’Malley

Glenn Rhee (The Walking Dead)

Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

Atticus Finch (To Kill a Mockingbird)

Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Phil Coulson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D)

Doc (Snow White and The Seven Dwarves)

Lagertha (Vikings)

Caitlyn Kiramann (Arcane)

Angela Montenegro (Bones)

Holden McCrea (The Cabin in the Woods)

Andrea Sachs (The Devil Wears Prada)

Anna Bates (Downtown Abbey)

Istredd (The Witcher)

Professor X (X-Men)

Nairobi (Money Heist)

Peeta Mellark (Hunger Games)

Jane Bennett (Pride & Prejudice)

Columbus (Zombieland)

Reaper

Lisa Simpson (The Simpsons)

Peggy Olson (Mad Men)

Amy Farrah Fowler (The Big Bang Theory)

Mr. Darcy (Pride & Prejudice)

Sailor Mercury (Sailor Moon)

Jemma Simmons (Agents of Shield)

Felicity Smoak (Arrow)

Elsie Hughes (Westworld)

Caitlyn Kiramann (Arcane)

Temperance Brennan (Bones)

Dana Polk (The Cabin in the Woods)

Soichiro Yagami (Death Note)

Charlotte Doppler (Dark)

Tissaia (The Witcher)

Dana Scully (The X-Files)

Ms. Sharon Norbury (Mean Girls)

Dr. Alana Bloom (Hannibal)

Mr. Darcy (Pride & Prejudice)

Nemesis

Carol Peletier (The Walking Dead)

Red Reznikov (Orange is the New Black)

Jane Eyre (Jane Eyre)

Scar (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Melinda May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D)

Cogsworth (Beauty & the Beast)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Kimiko Miyashiro (The Boys)

Sara Sidle (CSI: Crime Scene Investigation)

James Gordon (The Dark Knight)

Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada)

The Tin Man (Wizard of Oz)

Storm (X-Men)

Imperator Furiosa (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Jack Crawford (Hannibal)

Kim Ki-Taek (Parasite)

Soleil

Francis Mulcahy (M*A*S*H)

Anna Bates (Downtown Abbey)

Marmee March (Little Women)

Mumen Rider (One Punch Man)

John Diggle (Arrow)

Teddy Flood (Westworld)

Ubbe Ragnarsson (Vikings)

Cecil B. Heimerdinger (Arcane)

Seeley Booth (Bones)

Al Robbins (CSI: Crime Scene Investigation)

James Gordon (The Dark Knight)

Lucius Fox (Gotham)

The Tin Man (Wizard of Oz)

Monica Dutton (Yellowstone)

Helsinki (Money Heist)

Beverly Katz (Hannibal)

Charlie Strong (Peaky Blinders)

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Enemy's cruelty

Author's note: Hello, I know that I've been away for a long time and I'm sorry for that but I needed some time away. Recently I came back in the app and realised that I never posted this part so this is my way to apologise for being inactive for so long. I hope you will enjoy this.

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader.

Genre: Mini!series, drama, angst, slight romance.

Summary: You are planning to leave Ubbe after the news you received.

Warnings: Violence (emotional and physical), mentions of strangulation, mentions of marriage and strong language.

My enemy and me masterlist | Nemesis's wish |

History had always had this odd tendency repeating itself.

The first one was Ragnar Lothbrok. He cheated on his wife with princess Aslaug – Ubbe's mother – and she showed up on his doorstep with child – his child. Lagertha had no choice but to leave him. After all, that should be the actions of everyone who had a little bit of dignity left in them.

History is the greatest tutor. It taught you that being a great man, doesn't have to mean that you are an equally great husband.

The sons of Ragnar had a long legacy behind them from the past coming from their father and from the future because they were destined to score great achievements matching their father's reputation or even overcoming him. Though they were famous about their battle and political exploits, when it came to their intimate relationships things were completely the opposite. All their glory were coming in contrast to the infamous rumours surrounding them.

To be honest, the loyal husband didn't exist – or it was extremely rare to exist among them. It was a common secret that they had their affairs in the lands they were raiding, but it was only because they wanted someone to warm their bed for some nights before they come back to their families.

You had never cared about Ubbe's affairs. In fact, you wished something like that happened because you wanted to be free away from this who you hated passionately. But never guessed that the day your wish came true would come. Also, you would never believe that you could feel any other feeling than hate or disgust or anything bad about this awful man.

This was the worst thing that could happen and it did happen at the worst time possible. Ubbe and you had started developing weird feeling for each other – but probably it happened for the best. You were only in the beginning of feeling less abhorrence about the other person and luckily you were back on same terms before you would disappear from Kattegat for good.

Thinking about taking your child and walking away made your heart clench in your chest. You didn't want young Ragnar to grow up apart from Ubbe. You wanted them close, but you couldn't keep them close anymore. You couldn't stay and be more humiliated than before. It wasn't right neither for you nor for your son.

You knew you had to leave immediately and you would when the boy would recover from the flue. He was better the past three days – the fever was almost gone.

The same as Ubbe. Ubbe was barely around. You two couldn't stand each other in the same house. As you were informed by Torvi, he was having restless nights at Great Hall in the company of his brothers.

He wasn't seeing Margrethe anymore.

He barely talked to her.

He didn't talk at all to you.

You didn't talk at all to him.

The only moments his tired hoarse voice made it in your ears were when he was talking to your son, but even then you didn't want to hear him at all. His voice was irritating you even more than before.

You didn't want him around, but you couldn't keep him apart from his son – not when you were about to take him away from him in a matter of days.

You were trying not to think – especially not for him and not when he was around. It was even worse thinking about him and sensing his presence being in the same place as you were.

It was one of those moments, Ragnar was laying on his father's lap and was listening carefully to the stories Ubbe was telling him about his father and the cities they had raided. Ubbe was speaking about his family's legacy proudly and your son was looking at him magnetized. It felt like he was hanging from each word coming out of his mouth.

You dared to dream about a total different life for a damned second, but you erased that bloody thought from your mind the following one. There couldn't be any other alternative life that Ubbe and you could live happily married with Ragnar. You were meant to be at each others throat.

You turned around and pretended to clean your already cleaned house because you didn't want to look at him anymore. You didn't even want to breathe the same air as him.

It was all back to normal – you were back to hate him. The only difference was that after all these events you hated yourself more than you hated him. You were at fault more than he was because you let your guards down. Even for a little amount of time you let yourself change your feelings. It wasn't a wasn't a great change but still it was enough to get hurt.

Hopefully, you wouldn't get to be around him anymore if everything worked according to your plan. You didn't really like the idea of Ragnar growing up without his father, but you couldn't stay. You had been enough humiliated so far because of him and his mistress.

You would have left sooner if it hadn't been for your sick son, but he was getting better now. If your plan worked right, you would be away from this place in two nights from this moment. You would grab your son and leave at dawn before the any fisherman or merchant saw you. You had even paid some fisherman a great amount of gold to let you sail on his boat in the nearest town and there you would find your way alone.

Your mind was so absorbed in your thought about your escape plan that you didn't notice Ubbe and your son moving from the bed. Ubbe stood up and had the child on his lap before placing him inside his crib. After that he came behind you, standing there uncomfortably without saying a word. When, in fact, Ubbe wanted to say something – anything.

You almost startled when you faced him so close to you, but you didn't do any action that would let him notice. It had felt so long since the last time you were facing each other this close – the last time you had fought about his child with that girl. This time didn't feel any different.

You were standing facing each other without speaking, but there were so many unsaid things between you. So much tension that both of you couldn't unsee the fact that it existed.

Before, in moments like that – when you were staring at each other – you were throwing blades at each other. It felt like a whole single combat between the two of you. The first to take his eyes away from the other was the one who lost the battle. But this time, it didn't feel like it.

The anger and hatred were participating as any other time. Only now, another emotion was there too, in addition with the other two. It felt like guilt, coming from both sides for different reasons.

Though Ubbe was the one to blame for the best part of this situation they were put into. It would be only fair to let her go without any word and he knew it himself deep in his heart, but it was hard to accept it – to deal with it. They weren't in the best of terms ever – in fact not even close to good ones – but she had never left or had done anything to humiliate him in public. Their personal matters were kept to themselves within the walls of this house – though it was a common secret that they weren't getting along. Apart from that they kept themselves civil in public and in front of his family even though they knew everything about them.

Ubbe cleared his throat first. He had been wanting to say something since the moment he set his foot in the house, but couldn't form a word. But he knew that he couldn't keep himself from speaking. He had to say something – it felt now or never. Ubbe wanted to clear his position, to apologize. He knew that you wouldn't let him do so.

You were a proud woman – he knew it as he knew that you wouldn't let him say anything about the matter that would be keep things civil between you. In any case, this would end up bad, like it always did. You would fight again and this time it might be worse than the other times because this time you had something really serious to argue about.

"The child seems better." This was the only thing Ubbe managed to say.

You rolled your eyes at his statement and felt your blood boiling. It felt like he was in disbelief that you managed to take good care of your son and he was healthy all over again. You were mad at him for all the other situation with the slave girl, but him undermining you was worse than cheating.

"Did you believe that he wouldn't?" You tone was harsh and bitter. At the sound of it, Ubbe's expression changed. His features hardened and his jaw was clenched. The battle had started once more – like any other time.

"Would you blame me for that? It isn't like you are the most caring person around." His tone was matching to your own which enraged you even more than before. You had all rights of Midgard to be angry and he was trying to turn it to you being a bad mother because you were mean to him.

It wasn't like you didn't know it – you knew that your actions towards him wasn't kind but the opposite. But you weren't this way to your son. Ragnar the Younger was your only comfort, your only companion. The person who made you like your life when you hated it more than ever.

Your love for him was sincere. How could it now be, he was your only child even though he was also the son of your nemesis you couldn't feel any less love for the person who grew inside your body and got out of it. He was yours and you adored him.

"But your whore is, right?" You felt like you were going to strangle him to death with your bare hands. After your words, you didn't even wait for an answer of his or any movement, you were mad and you wanted to take it out of you without pressing your hands on his throat. You had never did something like that – you had slapped him, yes, but your hands never went further than that. "If you believe that she is, you are stupid enough. I have learned not to underestimate any rival of mine and I certainly haven't underestimated you or her. How could I underestimate a slave girl? Slave girls can do anything to get them out of the low position they are and be in power and when they manage to free themselves, they want more and more." A fire was dancing inside the color of your eyes. You were mad and you couldn't keep the words from getting out – you didn't want to keep them.

Ubbe didn't get to say anything. His eyes were glaring directly inside your own burning eyes – his gaze was no different than yours. He didn't answer and you after a short breath you started again with the poisonous words.

"It's so easy to notice that she is a gold digger after your status. Just by looking at the way she has all of you – the sons of the mighty Ragnar Lothbrok – wrapped around her little finger you can say it. You fools have sincere and true feelings for her – how pathetic. But I won't blame you, you can't choose who your heart belonges – unfortunately. Just don't ever judge me again. You can't because you don't me." One long breath again. Your eyes always on his – sign of you believing every word that came out of your mouth. Ubbe was listening to you, preparing for his own little speech.

"I won't deny that I am a cruel woman – I know I can be harsh and bitter, but that's how I grew up. It wasn't easy for me either. I am not a thrall, but all my life it felt like I was. My fate – it seems – is controlled by men, treating me like an object they can use to secure some kind of alliance or a womb that's only use is to produce heirs. But I am a woman – a person." You almost tear up, but before even your tear came make it further than your eye you manage to wipe it away.

When you finished, Ubbe was running his hand through hair, ready to speak himself.

"You speak a lot without really knowing what you are saying – yet your words is your truth. I am not saying that life was kind to you – I can't know what has happened to you before I met you, I can only assume. My life hasn't been kind as well. Everyone is expecting extraordinary things from me because of my father – a father that was never there for me. Most of my life I've been only with my mother – who was never really there – and my brother – Bjorn. If it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be the man I am." Ubbe was starting calmly and yet so intensely.

"As for Margrethe, don't judge her you don't know her the way me or my siblings do. The problem is between us – it had always been there. We are the people to blame about the tragedies of our lives. You and I have made mistakes and the worst of them all was our lack of interest in hearing to each other. You had problems and I had mine when we married and we let those problem tear us apart. Both of us haven't been the ideal person for the other, but here we other stuck with each other having a conversation that had to be made a long time ago.

"We fucked up our lives with our bare hands and now after all this time of failing ourselves we are called to deal with the consequences."

"You fucked up our lives big time." Your words came out in the most selfish way possible when his own were spoken wisely and reasonably. That was Ubbe people knew and loved.

"Me, alone? As if you are a saint." His bitterness was back, but it wasn't enough to make you stop. You were mad at him.

Yes, his words were right. You were the authors of your destruction and downfall, but his doing – his intimate relationship with her and the aftermath of it, their child – was the worst part of it and was his own doing. He had tore you apart and signed your end. He couldn't say it was both your doing. Well, partially it was, but Ubbe was the one to take the most of the credit about it.

"I am not, but I wasn't the one who humiliated you by sleeping and impregnating a thrall. Be the reasonable man you claim you are and accept the amount of the blame you have, along with the consequences that follow." You spoke calmer than before and took first your eyes away from his. You moved away from him to the crib of your son to check on him. He was asleep, luckily you were calmer than usual and he was able to take his nap.

"This incident is just the tip of the iceberg. We have equal amount of blame for the rift in our marriage." He continued behind you in a tired tone of voice.

Your eyes moved away from the small form of your son and moved to the much larger one of Ubbe. You rolled your eyes once more frustrated. You were done by this. You knew what you had to do to stop all these arguments and drama – you were going to leave just a couple of days had left for you to endure Kattegat and Ubbe.

"Which marriage are you talking about? There's no marriage. You destroyed that." You weren't yelling – just scoffing. But your words, you damn well that wasn't the entire truth. It would be the whole truth if you said that you both destroyed your marriage with your foolish actions.

Your scoffing made Ubbe even more than he was. He moved towards the table and sat down on one of the wooden chairs. You stayed at your former position. You were standing close to your son's crib in front of him.

"You are my wife and that won't change even though both of us would like that." Harsh and calm tone, enough to make your blood boiling for once more. Your lips pursed in a thin line and your jaw clenched.

"Yeah, I forgot you would love to free her and then marry her." Your own tone was an ironic one when you referred to her.

"I intend to marry her regardless."

Your eyes turned to meet his – his blue ones were already gazing you. It was one of those rare moments he caught off guard. For a moment or so you thought that you misheard him, but the fucking expression on his face told you otherwise – told you that you heard clearly his words.

"What?" Your voice wasn't louder than a whisper.

"I'll take her as a second wife of mine. I would tell you under different circumstances, but I have to realize that there would never be ideal or even better circumstances between us. So, yes, Margrethe will be my wife and she will give birth to my child." The whole time Ubbe was speaking, his eyes were studying you – your eyes, your expressions, everything.

You managed to take a couple of steps away from the crib. You couldn't even form a word, because you couldn't process his words.

"Your first and only wife you meant to say."

"You are my first wife."

"I am not your wife anymore."

Your whole conversation was happening – surprisingly – in the most civil way possible. No bitterness, not poisonous words, nothing. The first and hopefully the last time.

"This conversation goes nowhere. You are way too stubborn to understand a couple of things and I have a tone of fucking stuff to deal with. If you decide to calm down before the marriage, good. If not, then I'll take matters in my own hands the way I know." Ubbe stood up from the chair and moved towards you not too close, but not far enough.

"Don't do anything impulsive for your sake."

Low voice, quite threatening and eyes gazing deep in your soul. But you would never let him notice that. You were eyeing him the same way – you would never back down to none especially him.

"I am not afraid of you." Your voice was challenging and for the first time after days a vicious smirk formed on his face.

Ubbe leaned towards you, his hot breath fell on your neck. He took a sip of your scent before any word came out of mouth.

"Maybe not at the moment, but you will be." His voice was soft – softer than ever. Yet that was definitely a threat.

You didn't get to answer to that because he stormed out of the house, leaving you behind confused and angry – definitely not afraid.

The days felt insufferable. Each was another torment for you. You couldn't even step out of the door of your house, everyone was pointing their fingers at you, gossiping about your husband's offspring with the slave girl. They were mocking you – something that you proud self couldn't accept. You glared at them but that wasn't enough to restore your dignity. The only thing that would help your reputation would be to leave him for good and never ever step a foot on this damned grounds.

And the big was finally there. You were only an hour away from your freedom, but your heart was aching. It felt wrong and apart from this another strange feeling were eating you up alive. You felt like you shouldn't leave with your son, but this wasn't an option. You were out of options indeed at the end of the day.

You didn't bother to wake up Ragnar. You wrapped him in a thick fur and put your own black cloak on.

The sheet of snow on the ground and the roofs of the houses was thick. It was very cold this time of the night out there. You shouldn't be out, but you had to make it in the dock and leave to save any little dignity you had left after your husband's achievements.

You walked like a shadow in the way that led on the dock. Your weird feeling was getting stronger and stronger at each step you took towards the directions you wanted. It felt like your heart was trying to warn you not to go – not to leave Ubbe – but your mind was telling you otherwise. You had to leave, to get in that boat and move away from Kattegat.

Eventually, you made it on your destination and took off the hood of your cloak, but something felt off. Things didn't go as you planned them to.

Two men were standing in front of the dock and there wasn't any boat close enough. Moreover, the fisherman you had paid to help you was nowhere to be found. You were watching them like a hawk, trying to study them and find to get away somehow. There was no way back to Kattegat.

You turned around to step back – not to your house – to the forest. There should be a way to escape from the forest. However, when you did turned around, your eyes widened when you spotted Ubbe eyeing you with two men standing next him. Both of them were his brothers – Bjorn and Hvitserk. You couldn't read his face, but you knew by heart that he was angry and tried to hide it under this mixed expression.

Before you even thought about anything to say, Ubbe had already started walking in your direction. You couldn't really anything – you didn't need to. Both of you knew that this was the only right thing to do for the sake of your dignity, but Ubbe would never let you slip away in the middle of the night with his son on hands. Once Lagertha had managed to leave his father and Bjorn had gone her. Ubbe couldn't let you take his eldest away. He couldn't bear the thought of his boy growing away from him.

"I told you not to do anything impulsive, but per usual you didn't listen to me." Ubbe whispered to you when he was just a breath away from you. His hands wrapped around your son's little body and pulled away from your hands violently, waking him up by the way he pulled him.

The boy started crying and you yelling.

"Don't touch him! Give him to me! Ubbe!" You were yelling at him as he was walking at the other way around towards his brothers. You tried to reach him and take your son back, but the two men you saw earlier grabbed you by force by both of your arm and didn't let you approach. You were hitting them and were trying to break free but they were far more stronger than you. "No! No! No! You can't do that to me, Ubbe! NO!" You were yelling crying. Your son was crying as well on Hvitserk's lap. You sank on your knees, still trying to break free and reach your son. "You are a monster! I fucking hate you!"

Hvitserk was trying to calm down your son, but he couldn't unsee your state.

"Ubbe, maybe you should—" Hvitserk tried to reason with him, but Ubbe stopped him using both words and movements of his hands.

"Don't get involved in that, Hvitserk. This is between me and my wife." Ubbe's voice was stern as his steps were bringing him closer to your wrecked form.

"Your former wife. Former." You spitted as he was kneeling in front of you. He clicked his tongue inside his mouth when he heard you.

Swiftly his hand pulled your face by your chin and your eyes met – yours were burning full in tears and his had gone darker, they had the darkest shade of blue you had ever seen. Shortly after your eyes met, his hand moved from your chin to your throat. It wrapped around your neck so firmly that you almost couldn't breathe, but you didn't care at this point. The worst part of this situation you were into was your son's crying – it broke your heart. You wanted to reach him and caress him, sing to him and calm him down.

"You are my wife. Mine. Like it or not this is the way." Ubbe was speaking in hoarse and stern tone all the time. He was imposing and serious. "Now you have two options here and that's because I am a generous person. If it was for another man, you wouldn't have the option to see your son again, because you would be dead or worse." He left your throat and ordered his men to help you stand. At first you resisted, but eventually you did as he said. Ubbe stood up as well and for once more you were facing each other.

"Your first option is to leave. You are free to go where ever you like away from Kattegat – away from me." He started say and motioned to his men to set you free – something they did instantly.

You frowned you couldn't believe your ears. There has to be something there he wasn't going to let you leave just like that – not after all this chaos.

"But my son stays here. You will leave and never lay a foot on Kattegat. You will never see him again."

At the sound of this, you felt your heart clenching. It was like he had stabbed you with his knife directly in your heart and then ripped it out of your body. You couldn't leave your son behind and never see him again.

"No, I can't do that! You can't do that!" You cried and gazed only at your son, but Ubbe's hand wrapped around your jaw tightly and forced you to look at him, when you tried to look back at your son he didn't let you. He kept your face stable at your former position.

After your words, Ubbe smirked.

"So this leaves us with the second option. You will stay here, be my wife – my loyal wife – and you will move in the Great Hall with me. You will accept my marriage with Margrethe and give us your blessing. Also, you will never try to harm her or my child or else you will never see Ragnar the Younger again. That's a promise." He continued and left your face. After that, he moved back to his brothers who were watching the whole scene without talking after Hvitserk's attempt to reason with him. "I'll give you a second to think about your options. Think about it well."

Ubbe took Ragnar on his hands trying to calm him down himself, but he couldn't – Ragnar was still crying.

You approached them – tears were falling like waterfalls from your eyes – and opened your hands for Ragnar. Ubbe didn't give him to you even after he saw the boy's hands lifting towards you – he wanted you.

"You won't get to touch my son unless you choose correctly."

Before you mumble your answer, you wiped your tears from your soaking cheeks.

"Everything will happen as you wish. We will go to the Great Hall and I'll give you my blessing for your marriage. I'll take care of your wife and your child. Just give me my son. Please Ubbe." You hadn't felt more humiliated than this moment ever again. Even when you learned about the slave girl and her child, you didn't feel like this.

He let you have your son. When he brought him on your hands, you let your tears fall freely. You closed your eyes and smelled his scent. After that, you placed a long kiss on his forehead.

"He is my son and don't you dare think of doing something like this again, because next time I won't be this generous to you." Ubbe whispered to you and you didn't answer.

As long as you had Ragnar on your hands, you didn't care about anything else. Neither your dignity nor who Ubbe slept with. You were defeated for good. You had lost the war of your life. Your life had no meaning apart from your son. You were nothing more than a mother. Ragnar was all that had left in your life and you would give it to protect him – or end with the worst way possible whoever dared to harm him.

The following day you moved in the Great Hall, earning scoffing and mocking looks from the people in it – even the queen had a weird look on her face like she was questioning the choices you had made and your approval for Ubbe's second marriage with a thrall. The people who knew were the only ones who showed quite the sympathy, but still they were on Ubbe's side. You had no allies in this place. You were on your own as you had always been.

"Welcome in the Great Hall." The queen was the one to welcome you first. You didn't even pretend that you were glad about it, didn't even bother to force a fake smile on your face.

"It's good to have you here. Maybe you could help us with the preparations of the wedding." Margrethe was the one to speak next. She approached you smiling. Your gaze met the one of Ubbe's who was already on you, expecting your answer to his bride. You knew better than to cause a scene.

"Sure. It would be nice." You spoke, earning the laughter and mockery of Ivar. You couldn't blame him though. If it wasn't for Ragnar, you would scoff at yourself for your foolishness.

The day of the wedding was even worse than anything you had to endure so far. Maybe that was the worst day of your life and not the day of your own wedding to him. This day and the day you tried to escape with your son had been marked on your memory as the worst day of your life – you couldn't really choose which one had been worse than the one. You only knew that on those days you had been humiliated and violated in the worst ways possible.

You used to be a proud woman – now you were the exact opposite of that. You were dishonoured. You felt small and vulnerable in public, but kept trying to not break in front of the prying eyes. They had disgrace your honor, but you would never let them see how much it affected you.

You wore one of your finest dresses and put on your best of efforts to keep forcing fake smiles on your face. Your hair was braided on a tight bun. The dress you wore was black unlike the bride's white.

You were the first one to walk down the aisle and notice everyone. It was an open wedding – all Kattegat participated to confess your public humiliation, but you kept your forced smile there and waited for them. Ubbe and Margrethe followed shortly after you.

Everything was blurry for you until the Gothi asked who would give the bride to her husband. You forced a smile and without a lot words you gave her the ring made of gold Ubbe had picked for her. Then, the priestess blessed the three of you with the blessed blood of the sacrifice and it was you who had to give your bless about their union next, before the Gothi would bless the ring and Ubbe would put it on her finger.

That was the most difficult part of it. You weren't hurt about the fact they were getting married – you couldn't be. Ubbe had treated you the way your father did and that was enough to had the same feelings for him as you had for your father – to despise him. They treated you like one of their possessions, like an object. You wantes to believe that even the person he were towards you – Ubbe was different from him. But eventually they were all the same.

Margrethe lifted her hands which were inside a wreath and you touched it. You wanted to destroyed the moment your hands touched it, but you didn't do that. Instead, you freed her hands from and let it slip on the floor.

"You are free." You looked at her with your fake smile and tears threatening your eyes. Tears that you would never let them fall. You were stronger than that. Apart from relying on your own strength, you had asked Frigg herself to help you endure this. "Go, marry my husband... with my blessing." You paused for the shortest of breaths and touched your hands with Ubbe's and Margrethe's. After that you were enough not to remember the rest of the ceremony.

A feast came after this parody of a wedding. You were seated on the right side of Ubbe and Margrethe on the left. You didn't really payed attention to the conversations in the Hall, neither tried to start one. You were seated on your chair drinking ale from a curved horn.

You were quiet until Lagertha – or Earl Ingstad – approached and sat down in the empty chair next to yours. You smiled politely at her and fake. By the look on her face you were sure that she could say whether or not that smile was sincere. She knows more than people would like to.

"I have a question for you, though I know the answer myself." She started and got all of your attention on her.

"What would that question be?"

"Why did you blessed this union? Why did you stay?" Her voice was soft along, but her gaze sharp. She was studying you – reading your mind. "You and I have more in common that we would like. Once I was in your place as well. I know the feeling."

You took a long sip from your drink and worked on your answer for some seconds. You weren't going to say the truth – you weren't going to mention anything about that night. You wouldn't like to be called a coward, but better a coward than a childless mother. After all, you were there because of Ragnar the Younger, not because of Ubbe.

"Not all of us are as strong as you."

Lagertha seemed pleased by the way you chose to answer. Her hand reached for yours and she leaned closer to you. Her voice was softer than a whisper – you barely heard her – and when her words made it in your ears you were surprised.

"Yes, because you are stronger. No woman would let herself be disgraced in such way because of the love for her child. I – I didn't. When I left Ragnar, Bjorn didn't choose to come along, but eventually changed his mind. A son should be close to his father – yes – but no mother must be away from her child." Her words made your heart clench. As one mother to another she could understand your agony and pain for your only child.

A true smile formed on your face and you gave it to her, before she retreat to her original seat.

The rest of your night went by the same way it did before Lagertha showed up. Ivar would leave his offensive remarks which didn't really bother you anymore. Hvitserk wouldn't be in his usual mood due to this marriage – something like yourself. Sigurd didn't really seem offended or affected by Ubbe's choice to marry the girl. Bjorn was Bjorn – he was his usual self. After all he was the only one who never had or seeked any kind of relationship with her.

When you retreated to your chamber, you found Ubbe having Ragnar on his lap, talking to him about one more story of his family's saga. When he spotted you, he left the chair he was sitting and came closer to you, giving you the child.

"You were unexpected today." Ubbe noted and you almost let a bitter chuckle leave your mouth.

"I didn't have a choice." You spoke, looking only at your son. The only time you decided to look at him was to ask him about something. "And why are you here, anyway? Isn't your wedding night? Shouldn't you be with your new wife?" There were more than a question – more than you intended to ask – but it came out naturally.

Ubbe decided to avoid the answer you gave him after his remark and focused on your questions.

"I wanted to see my son." He said casually tickling with one of his hands your boy, making him jiggling and laughing. You smiled at the sound of his angelic laughter. "And you." This time his voice was much softer than any other time. Your eyes met and you tried to focus back on your son and not on the fast rate of your heartbeat.

"Ragnar is fine, I am fine. Go to your wife." You said quickly turning your back.

You were walking through the room, caressing your son's back. That was one of your desperate attempts to put him to sleep. He was upset the nights away from home – your former home. He wasn't used here and he would refuse to go to sleep.

"You are also my wife."

You sighed harshly when he reminded you – like you could forget when he was around all the time. Or you could forget when you were giving your blessing to wed another. Or when he forced you to stay. Or—

A soft knock on your door was enough to stop all your thoughts and prevent you from giving him any answer. Ubbe opened the door himself and revealed Hvitserk.

"Sorry to interrupt you." He spoke looking at you and you smiled at him.

"You don't. Ubbe was just leaving."

"Yeah, that was exactly the reason I came. We are expecting you. Don't be late." He whispered to his brother, but not low enough for you not to hear them. You didn't even want to think about the topic of their conversation, but you could imagine – much to your displeasure. Your mind was getting there not following your attempts not to. After these words from brother to brother, Hvitserk turned to apologetically. "Sorry again."

"Goodnight." You muttered and he winked at you. Ubbe closed the door, but not before he overheard your whisper to yourself. "I suppose that it will indeed be a good night." You laughed to yourself and he did the same as he closed the door behind his brother.

"We—" Ubbe started saying awkwardly. A hand was at the back of his head, scratching him skin. You stopped him, before he could even form a second word.

"No need to tell me anything. It's your personal life." You told him quickly, raising one of your hands – the one which wasn't holding the child – to stop him.

"You are part of my personal life." His voice was hoarse and calm for once more. As he was speaking, he was moving towards you for once more.

"I am part of your chores. I suppose." You smiled. One more real smile that evening. He smiled as well.

"No. Do you want one truth?" Ubbe was whispering now. He had stopped right in front of you. Your son was the only thing who kept you apart.

"Only one?" You kept whispering as he did.

Both of you were smiling.

"Just one."

"Go ahead, say it. I promise I won't tell a soul."

"Good. Coming back to you had always been my top priority since we met."

Your whole conversation was made of whispers and smiles – like a sacred prayer. One that was so sacred and holy that shouldn't be heard from the other. Your first and only silent one without yelling or anything loud.

You hadn't noticed how close to each you were standing until you stopped talking. All this closeness felt uncomfortable.

You took your eyes off of him and looked at your son – he was asleep. You smiled at the sight.

"He is asleep." You told Ubbe softly enough not to wake the boy.

"Yeah – um – I should probably get going." He was saying awkwardly as you were placing your son inside his crib.

"Yes, I think you should. Goodnight." You muttered and smiled uncomfortably at him.

Ubbe took a few steps back and mouthed a rushed "goodnight" before he was out of your door.

You felt yourself smiling at the memory of your previous conversation, the most real in all this time you knew each other. The only one which didn't end up in a fight or happened within one. The most calm and yet the most intensive you had.

If only this was the beginning and nothing had happened before that.

You moved you head in an attempt to remove these thoughts. Ubbe was in Margrethe's chamber with Hvitserk celebrating their first night as a wed couple and before he had forced to stay in Kattegat and suffer under the roof of the Great Hall.

Things wouldn't change with a couple of romantic thoughts. After all, any time you had one of those things had the tendency to become even more wild between Ubbe and yourself. As far as you stayed in the comfort of your chamber – away from everyone and their drama – you were safe.

Your child was the only person you needed around and Ubbe was the opposite – the person you definitely hated to have around. He and his new wife were the people you wanted to avoid and you were going to try.

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