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meraxesmoon · 2 months

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

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

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

Baby girl would love ubbe and hvitserk

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

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

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

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

She would be spoild with gold and jewls by ivar:

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

Love vikings!!

AND SHE LOVES HER PAPA SOOOO MUCH!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Viking girl dads >>>

i love aslaug sm, she was so overhated

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theancientwise · 1 year

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Friendly reminder...

that this wonderful Lady, queen Emma of Normandy,

in "Vikings" continuity descended from

these two powerful and charismatic people...

and from this unpredictable motherfucker, or rather, siblingsfucker...

... No wonder she is such a badass!

(credits to vikings, vikings valhalla, and thanks to maevelin and samaraweaving for the gifs).

#vikingsedit #vikings #vikings valhalla #vikings rollo #vikings gisla #vikings charles #princess gisla #duke rollo of Normandy #emperor Charles #queen Emma of Normandy #rollo x gisla #proud ancestors #a lineage of true motherfuckers

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ivarthebadbitch · 2 years

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Vikings + the major arcana

#vikings #ragnar lothbrok #aslaug #lagertha #gisla #rollo #bjorn ironside #ubbe #ivar the boneless #hvitserk #ecbert #judith #ingrid #gunnhild #floki #helga #gifs #I don't know anything about tarot btw so this is about vibes alone

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fictionalmenplz · 8 months

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Never In A Thousand Years

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

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

Warnings: violence, language, arranged marriage.

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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incorrectvikings · 2 years

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Ragnar: How is it having Rollo around?

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

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

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gudvina · 1 year

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As I am writing The Sea Fig i am thinking of rewriting and continuing my first original Rollo x Gisla fanfiction that I thought i had deleted, but is actually still on fanfiction.net.

I wrote it when i was 15/16, then abandoned it because at the time i was going through a hard time + I lost chapter 5 and 6.

also I will definitely rename it lmao

#the name was an atrocity #writing #vikings fandom #vikings #rollo #gisla #rollo x gisla

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bouncehousedemons · 1 year

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Writhing Bloom

My entry for day three of @vikingsevents Valentine's week prompts. Day three is first date.

Pairing: Rollo x Gisla Warnings: None, unless you count fluff. Word count: ~500

Rollo paces the length of the dining hall nervously. He has faced countless warriors fearlessly on the battlefield and yet this, this moment strikes genuine fear into his heart. What if Gisla does not like it? What if she laughs and all of this has been for naught?

Fresh cut wildflowers adorn the table, their aroma made headier by the candles that flicker beside them. He has ordered the finest of wine to be pulled from the cellars. His cup sits half empty already, a much needed elixir to soothe his nerves.

He knows that Gisla did not get a say in their marriage, she was treated as a mere prize for his cooperation with Francia. Such a large part of their union has been strained under the weight of her unhappiness, she had despised him. He has worked hard to earn her affections, changed every part of himself, even given up his sacred arm ring.

Their first kiss was a more satisfying victory than any battle he’d ever won. Rollo’s history with the fairer sex was not an admirable one. His heart twists painfully when he thinks back on Siggy. She had died not knowing how he truly felt for her, because had never shown her, let alone told her. He would not make the same mistake with Gisla. Their coupling may not have had a happy beginning, but he would make sure she never doubted his feelings for her.

As she sweeps into the room, long dark hair flowing in soft waves past her shoulders, his breath is taken away; just the same as it was the day they first locked eyes over the ramparts during the attack on Paris. However, this time when Gisla looks at him her gaze does not burn with contempt, there is something softer in her expression. If Rollo did not know any better he would mistake it for love.

She smiles as she takes in the scene before her, gratefully accepting the wine cup that Rollo offers to her. “What is all this?” She asks softly.

Rollo has never been one to be bashful and yet he finds himself nervous. Gods, Rollo, you’ve fucked her already. Why is this so difficult?!

He averts his gaze, clearing his throat, before looking back to her. “Before you, I was with a woman.” He says, green eyes looking earnestly into her brown ones. “I did not treat her well. And I know you did not choose to marry me, but I wanted, no, needed to let you know that I…Gisla, I love you.”

The words tumble out inelegantly. This is the most vulnerable Rollo has ever allowed himself to be with anyone and there is a part of him that hates how he looks to her like a lost dog seeking the approval of its master. He holds his breath, awaiting her response. The silence feels like it stretches for an eternity, surely his heart will hammer its way out of his chest before she responds. Words are not needed though; as she reaches up and presses her lips softly to his, he knows all he needs to know and it calms the tempest in his chest. She loves him too.

#rollo #gisla #rollo x gisla #gisla x rollo #prompt: first date #vikingslove #valentines week #vikings #vikingsevents #vikings fan fiction #vikings history channel

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