#alex ludwig

Getting away with Alexander/ Bjorn.

Dates and Adventures with Alex / Ivar

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Summary: requested by anonymous: 'Could you possibly do something for Alexander Ludwig? Y/N is his girlfriend, they’ve been together for a while but the media is trashing/making up rumors and it’s taking a toll on the relationship. The ending could be on the sweeter side.'

Characters: Alexander Ludwig x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Verbal abuse, arguments but lots of fluff!

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“And that’s a wrap for today, well done guys!” the director shouted out, some people clapping as others cheered. 

I smiled as Alexander walked towards me, still in his Bjorn getup. I couldn’t deny the fact that he was sexy in his costume, especially when acting this brutish character. He leaned down to kiss me, but I giggled and backed away, not wanting to get any fake blood on my face.

“First you wash up, then I’ll give you a kiss.” I stated, still trying to avoid his arms grabbing me.

“You’ve been on set all day, and not once have I been able to even talk to you, let alone kiss you. Come on, don’t I deserve one kiss?”

I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. He pretended to frown, looking angrier with his costume on. We stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. I took his hand and dragged him to his trailer, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

We hadn’t seen each other for months due to his filming and my work. Luckily I was due some time off and he was coming to the end of filming for Vikings, and our schedules finally worked together. I had decided not to tell him that I was visiting, wanting to surprise him. However, because I was so nervous and paranoid, the paparazzi had snapped me running down the street with my suitcase (due to the fact that I was running late for my plane), following me for the rest of the day; they wrote headlines about me running off to see my secret lover, or fleeing from the relationship without a word. As soon as I got off the plane, my phone was blowing up with messages and missed calls, voicemails from Alexander wondering where I was going. He didn’t believe the headlines, he never did, but the way they made the pictures look made it seem like I was in some sort of trouble. 

And this wasn’t the first time it happened, for some reason there were never any nice news about us, it was always a scandal with them. I knew that I shouldn’t let it get to me, that this was what I signed up for when I got into a relationship with Alexander. He had never doubted me, and I him whenever these stories came out, but after so many stories coming out, it’s hard to ignore it, and ideas start coming into your head, it gets very tiring.

“(Y/N)!” I heard Marco’s voice call out as Alexander entered his trailer.

“Marco!” I squealed, hugging him as he approached me.

“Oh, so he gets a hug but I don’t.” Alexander teased.

“Well if you go inside and get cleaned up, you’ll get one.” I grinned back, winking at him as he smiled and closed the door.

“It’s good to have you back. Alexander really need it too.” Marco said.

“Yeah, some of the others mentioned his mood dipping. I didn’t realise how much I needed this too. It’s always so long we’re away from each other.”

“We’ve all missed you too you know.”

“And I’ve missed you all! Feels nice to have everyone back together again, even if it is whilst you’re still working.”

Marco and I kept on talking as Alexander got changed. I had started dating Alexander when he was halfway through his first season of filming, meaning that I had grown close with the other cast members. All of them were welcoming when I first met them, and over the years they became a second family. As we kept chatting away, the weather got colder, and I had only a small jacket on me. Being the close friends we were, Marco and I huddled up, laughing as we looked like weirdos as we talked so closely to each other.

“What are you two doing?” Alexander chuckled as he saw me and Marco sharing his coat.

“We got cold.” I shivered.

“Why didn’t you just come inside?”

“That would have made more sense.”

Marco laughed.“We were having our bonding time! Anyway, I suppose I best leave you two alone, don’t really want to be third wheeling.”

“Aw, you’ll never be a third wheel-”

“Yes, he is. Sorry Marco, gotta get going.”

“I understand. I’ll see you both tomorrow, OK?”

We said our goodbyes before Alexander practically ran away with me. I could tell that he had been frustrated that we hadn’t spent enough time together, and I completely agreed with him. We weren’t wasting any time right now, because we never knew when we could have this much time together again.

Waking up the next morning, I immediately felt excitement as I remembered that Alexander had the day off. As I rolled over in bed to hug him, I was met with an empty space. Glancing at the clock, I didn’t find it unusual, seeing as it was ten o’clock. I got up and went to the kitchen, wondering where he could be. Smiling when I spotted him at the breakfast bar, I sneaked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso, kissing his cheek too.

“Morning. What are we up to today? I know we haven’t planned anything but we could still go out.” I asked, waiting for him to answer but he remained quiet.“Babe, you alright?”

I peaked over his shoulder, seeing that his focus was on his phone.

“They’ve done it again.” he muttered.

“What?”

“Those pieces of shit, why do they always do this?” 

I took his phone from him, worried when I saw the angry look on his face. He was looking at a news article, the title ‘Secret Love Affair?’, a picture of me and Marco huddled together. We were sharing his coat, obviously our faces were close, and it made us look somewhat romantic how they had photographed us. As I read the small article, it kept spinning lies about how I was cheating on Alexander right in front of his face, how devious I was, how sneaky I could be. I started tearing up, placing his phone back on the bar.

“You don’t believe it, do you?” I squeaked out.

“Of course not!” he snapped back.

“I don’t understand why they keep doing this. Why do they want to target us?”

“Because they’ve got nothing better to do.”

I heard my phone vibrate, notifying me of a text. What I hadn’t realised was that I had multiple texts and notifications from my social medias. There were so many mean comments coming my way, calling me the worst names in the book.

‘She’s a whore!’

‘Why can’t Alex see that’s she’s using him?’

‘Wouldn’t be surprised if she’s slept with the whole cast.’

Then came the texts from friends. Some were concerned, knowing that this was complete bullshit; those who I thought were friends had other things to say.

‘This again (Y/N), really?’

‘I believed you before, why would they keep writing this about you though?’

‘Does Alexander know? When are you going to stop doing this, he doesn’t deserve it!’

I couldn’t help but burst into tears. It was all too much, and happening far too often. The world saw me as this evil, manipulating bitch that didn’t care about anyone but herself; I didn’t even have a chance to prove them wrong! It was starting to effect my friendships and more importantly my health. I found myself constantly paranoid of the paparazzi, always checking what I was wearing, how my expression was whilst I was walking, who I spoke to, and so forth. It was draining, and a simple trip to see my boyfriend should be relaxing. Yet here I was, crying my eyes out over a stupid, lying story. 

“I-I need to leave.” I sobbed.

“Leave? Why would you leave?”

“I don’t deserve this Alex! Why am I being targeted when I’ve never done anything wrong?! I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you. So why is this happening?”

“This effects me too! I can’t be in the media like this, this effects my work.” 

My eyes widened at his statement.“What about our relationship? People think I’m a stone cold hearted bitch who’s using you and you’re worried about your career?”

“Yes, because I’ve worked hard to get where I am, I can’t let it crumble just because a news article decides to write utter lies about us.”

“About me, they don’t once mention you, and when they do, it’s pitying you for even being with me!” I shouted, getting riled up that he wasn’t supporting me.

“I don’t get why you’re shouting at me, I haven’t done anything!”

“You’re not supporting me-”

“What do you want me to do? I can’t get rid of this.”

“Just forget it then!” I screamed before retreating back to our room, slamming the door in the process.

I cried silently on the bed, not wanting Alexander to hear me and come check on me. I couldn’t fathom the words he just said to me. Why was he angry at me? He knew that I would never do anything like that to hurt him, it was an impossible idea for me. Why people cheated in the first place shocked me, it was heartbreaking. If you didn’t love someone anymore, why would you put them through anymore pain? And with people doubting my intentions, I could feel the sadness building and building. Nothing would make me happier in that moment than having Alexander hold me close and comfort me. 

I had stopped crying, staring into space for what seemed like forever. There was no motivation for me to move. It gave me time to think over everything. Would it be easier, better for us to part ways? I loved him with all my heart, but was all this pain worth it?

Alexander slowly opened the door, standing there for a few seconds. He closed it after him, coming to lie down beside me. My eyes lowered, looking down at my hands. Alexander’s hand took mine, rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“No, I’m sorry.” he said back, his voice raspy. He must have been crying too.

“I understand that your career is important. I shouldn’t have made it about me.”

“It is about you though. I thought about what you said, how it made you feel. If someone was repeatedly spreading horrible lies about me, I would feel pretty shit too. I called my manager, said that something needed to be done about it. They’re thinking it over, they also think it’s awful what they’ve done.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry for bringing this on you-”

“You haven’t done anything.” he cupped my cheek, making me look at him.“You’re my girl, and I won’t let anything like that happen to you again. Just know that I’ve had so many messages from our friends, angry about what’s happened. They were worried cause you weren’t answering your phone.”

“I turned it off. Couldn’t stand to see another message.”

“That’s understandable. I managed to get another day off tomorrow, I thought we’ll stay in today, and show those paps what an amazing relationship we have.”

I grinned, pulling him in for a long kiss.“I love you.”

So i thought it was really good. Of course every time a scene involving fighting made my seat rattle making me more nervous it was great.

Also this elderly couple came in to watch it and sat in our seats but my friend and I didn’t want to be rude so we sat somewhere else. But anyway the lady was crying by the end which I felt that. I don’t know about her husband because he wasn’t there when we got up but I can only imagine.

Should I continue it don’t get me wrong I love the story I was just wanna know will y’all enjoy reading it and per request sorry for those who request from Tumblr has privatized my work so if you thought I didn’t do your request I did it’s just tumblr is being a butt

Bjorn:

Bjorn likes a big breakfast!

Lots of bacon, sausage and ham.

Fried eggs...not scrambled, not an omelet but fried!!!!

Bjorn loves carbs so, he wants all the French toast, pancakes and pastries that you have to offer.

“Babe! Where is the honey for my pastries?”

Ubbe:

Ubbe is the most health conscience of the boys.

Ubbe used to think about food like it was sustenance that filled a void, until he met you. Now he loves and appreciates food.

He wants something light, healthy and has enough protein to sustain himself til lunch, after training.

Avacodo toast with smoked salmon or an egg on top does the trick.

“Love, could you use those pickled onions this time on my avocado toast?”

Hvitserk:

Hvitserk’s favorite meal of the day is breakfast.

“There is so many choices to choose from. Who am I kidding, I’m not choosing, I want to eat it all.”

Hvitserk’s favorite pairings are chicken and waffles & steak and eggs!

Y’all bought a bigger kitchen table just for him and the amount of plates that pile up for at his meals.

“How did I get blessed with such a good woman that takes care of me so well?”

Ivar:

Ivar doesn’t want breakfast to heavy.

Something he can grab and eat quickly is best for him.

He enjoys breakfast sandwiches.

Bagel or English muffin, bacon or ham, eggs and cheese or avo.

“I don’t want my egg runny today. Ubbe made fun of me when the yolk dropped on my armor yesterday.”

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A/N: Here they are!!!! I even done Sigurd!!! I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Bjorn:  

- You and Bjorn have two children, Rhett (planned down to conception, we’re so ready!) and Lana (unplanned, wtf 8 years later)

- Bjorn works but often takes Rhett to work with him, and he’s actually good at helping with the business. Sweeps and greets customers

- Has totally forgot how to handle a newborn

- Purposely puts baby monitor on your night stand  and wakes you up each time she cries because his hearing is on point.

- Helps Rhett with homework but doesn’t use the instructions. “Common core, no. He needs to go to a school that teaches him straight math!” You touch his shoulder. “I have no clue where to start.” “This is why our teens are dropping out. I’m not even in school and wanna drop out because of this.” Looks down at Rhett. “Don’t drop out.” Rhett figures out answer quickly. “I won’t.”

- Watched YouTube videos with Rhett while dressing Lana. Never has her wearing matching clothes. “Baby, why in the world is she wearing those polka dots with that shirt?” Bjorn looks confused. “What do you mean! She looks fine.”

- Does not want his son to start to fight but... “Rhett if that little kid across the street hits you one more time... you deck him in his lip and tell his dad to come see me.”

- Enrolls him in jujitsu and you

- Never wraps Christmas presents, places them under the tree. Hates birthday parties

- Will never watch his nephews or nieces but sends his kids over to their house at the end of the driveway 😂 “Just push her stroller to the door Rhett. And tell Uncle Ubbe he owes me.”

- Lana usually sleeps in the bed with you two, always dreams his rolls over on her and sleeps on the foot of the bed with his feet hanging off

- Doesn’t let Ragnar keep the children but will leave them with Lagertha and Astrid from time time

Ubbe

- you and Ubbe have three children, Davin (Intelligent-Norse) Finn (Finder-Norse) Tait (Happy-Norse)

- Ubbe wants to keep trying because he wants two girls and you sneak birth control because you’ve been pregnant most of your marriage

- Your house is every child’s favorite because Ubbe plans strategic game nights making his team the little warriors and planning out the games

- Always dresses them and gets them ready for school, trains them to be gentleman and to have proper manners. “Davin, hold the door open for your mom.” The door falls on you and your mouth is open in shock. “Dav, that’s rude.” Davin shrugs. “Uncle Ivar says women should be inde-.” Ubbe cuts him off. “I told you them staying the night was a bad idea.”

- Active PTA member

- Watches tutorials on how do fun projects with kids completely messes them up

- Doesn’t trust any of his brothers with his kids

- Enrolls children in private school so they can get the proper education has parent teacher conferences every month and is all about education

- Takes pictures for every occasion

- Doesn’t like recreational sports because of competition and he’s definitely a “everyone’s a winner father.”

- Wouldn’t give Aslaug his children to keep because he’s not sure she’s responsible enough. “Mom all their meds are in here. Davin has to have his inhaler once every four hours and Tait is gassy. Finn is fine, keep an eye on the temp.” Watches his mom wonder through the kitchen not paying attention to him. “Actually that event got cancelled.” Scoops up his kids and diaper bag.

 Hvitserk

- You have all girls. Ella, Mya and Kimmie.

- Hvitserk is shocked with each one thinks your just gaining weight because he cooks so often

- Your youngest kimmie is his partner and crime and she doesn’t know it. He draws on her, and eats food off of her back while she sleeps

- Is the yes parent, can’t say no to anything they ask “Can we play outswide on the swing pulease?” Ella asks after her mom said no. “Of course.”

- Always catching his kids mid fall like a ninja

- Doesn’t help with homework, doesn’t know how to do it and stops after reading directions. Even if he knows how he pushes the kids off on you. “Match all the pairs...” he stares down at the jumbled mess of pictures. “Your mom is actually really good at matching anything! Go find her.”

- Plays hide and go seek with kids and falls asleep while seeking the kids

- Will let the children go with anyone at any time

- Never has everything he needs in the diaper bag.

- But packs the best lunches

- Attempts to comb their hair-fails. “Their ponytails just won’t stay in the right place.” You glance down at Ella’s ponytail on top of her head nearly at her forehead. “You tried.”

- Attends all the sporting events and is a very proactive parent, “Hey... is there a reason Mya isn’t playing because she’s better than like half of the kids out there with playing time.”

- Sleeps in their forts, is more intrigued with their cartoons than they are, “So hold up... Dora didn’t even call on the map this time?”

 Sigurd

- you and Sigurd have two kids. Whitney and Michael, not a coincidence they are named after music icons

- He teaches them music at a young age. Whitney the cello and Michael the guitar

- Rarely lets them around his family ever

- Spoils them with toys they don’t need but never complains. They have more fake drum sets and pianos than he does real

- Enrolls them in every play the neighborhood has and is usually part of parenting committees

- Teaches Whitney the minor scales and he and her harmonize notes hiding in the closet trying to convince you the house is haunted.

- Goes to the school most mornings but doesn’t converse with parents or teachers unless necessary

- Has them on a set schedule and gets mad when you don’t follow it. “Hey did Michael take his nap at three?” You shuffle through the kitchen looking for something to cook. “No we went your moms.” Sigurd pauses. “I mean they are on a schedule for a reason, damn it. My mom doesn’t even know their names half the time.

- Tucks them in a sings them to sleep, doesn’t let them sleep with you unless it’s necessary

 Ivar

- You have three children Omala (Earth), Izna (light) and Ira

- He instills independence in them immediately and makes them continue trying. Omala falls from her bike scraping her knee. She cries and you stand to go scoop her up and he stops you. “Omala, get up silly girl. Falling makes us tougher.” You squint your eyes but watch as she tussles with the bike and stands wiping her face.

- Makes sure they can fight, and they fight for one another. “If that girl says something else to you, you have my permission to hit her.” He shrugs. “She’ll learn not to call you names then.” You push him. “No Izna we don’t fight. Just ignore them.” He scoffs. “You sound like Ubbe, hit that little brat in her eye.”

- The baby boy is always in his arms, falling asleep on his chest or next to him on the couch

- Refuses to let them go to bed without reading first and makes them learn a new poem every month

- Teaches them Arabic and old Norse with you

- Plays sword fight with them every weekend and takes them to Ubbe’s house to defeat his troop 😂

- Will discipline anyone’s kid and dare his brothers to say something

- Has no time for nonsense with other children and will confront a parent in a heartbeat. “Hey you keep your little tyrant away from my kid. Because if he hits her again I’m gonna kick your ass.”