#floki x reader

You had been friends with Floki for years.

During that time he had never had a romantic relationship you could recall, so you naturally assumed he was not interested in that sort of thing - much to your own heartbreak.

You were the only person who didn’t take him for granted. The only person who didn’t see him as just a trickster boat builder or a fool like so many did.

You never judged him for his delusional antics and even took part in his shenanigans from time to time - (much to his delight and the rest of Kattegat’s dismay).

Unbeknownst to you, Floki was smitten.

But in typical Floki fashion, he had no idea how to express that to you.

He feared you wouldn’t love him back, considering he was known as Kattegat’s loon.

He didn’t feel good enough for you.

After all, why would you like a jokester like him?

So for years, he hid his feelings, wanting to keep you close even if that meant remaining just friends despite yearning for more.

Despite hiding his feelings, he couldn’t help but shower you in gifts.

He’d spend hours carving bracelets, necklaces, trinkets and other little gifts for you in his workshop - it was his little way of giving part of himself to you.

He’d get sidetracked by daydreaming about you, when he was meant to be building boats for Ragnar.

He’d spend every night sitting on the roof of his little cabin, staring at the stars, imagining what life would be like with you by his side.

He was overly affectionate to you, always finding an excuse to touch you:

A brush of his fingers on your cheek.

Hugs that lasted a little longer than friends should.

A lingering touch on your skin skin when he clasped another necklace he made for you around your neck.

‘Accidentally’ nudging your shoulder or brushing his fingers against yours when you walked.

These little touches made his heart ache.

He wanted nothing more than to confess his feelings and love you… but he restrained himself.

He’d walk you home after feasts or hang out sessions, claiming he was being a ‘good gentleman’ but it was really an excuse to be around you longer.

He would get pouty when you were busy and couldn’t visit him (something Ragnar teased him about relentlessly).

He would become overly clingy when you were away from him for too long or when you hung out with other people.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud but he got jealous when you gave your attention to other people.

Due to this jealousy he would ramp up his silly antics until he had your undivided attention again.

One time you and Ragnar were visiting Floki at his workshop and during this visit you were joking around with Ragnar a little too much for Floki’s liking.

So what did he do? He pretended to fall out of the boat he was building just to get your attention back.

He’d try his best to make you laugh, even if that meant acting even more like a fool than he already was.

He loved your smile - he was convinced it was crafted by the Goddess Freya herself.

He’d sneak little rune stones for good luck and protection in your pockets when you weren’t looking - it was incredibly annoying but endearing.

When he admitted his feelings for you, it was completely by accident.

It was a sunny day and you were hanging out in his workshop. The sun was gleaming in your eyes which made it difficult to carve wood.

So he insisted on putting his signature coal around your eyes as it would help deflect some of the sunlight.

You were apprehensive at first, considering how Floki usually looked like a madman with his eyeliner.

But after he pestered you for an hour, you gave in.

While he sat lining your eyes with black coal, he couldn’t help but get lost in his jumbled and nonsensical thoughts.

‘Pretty like the Goddess Freya.’ He’d mumble out loud by accident.

Once the words slipped his lips he’d clamp his hand over his mouth with wide eyes (which made him look rather comical) and let out one of his nervous giggles.

He’d immediately begin apologising and rambling trying to back-track.

He’d work himself into a frenzy while you sat there holding back a grin.

You knew he wouldn’t shut up unless you shut him up.

You’d gently lean over and press your lips against his.

He’d immediately tense up with even wider eyes as you kissed him.

He could not believe what was happening.

‘Odin…she is kissing ME? Is this a trick?’ Floki would think, on the verge of hyperventilating.

But when it registered, he’d melt into the kiss, pulling you closer - and he couldn’t help but let a few of his signature crazed giggles slip as he kissed your soft lips.

His touch was so gentle and tender…like he was afraid you would break in his arms.

He held you like you were the most precious thing in the world, his lips moving delicately against yours as his long fingers gently brushed through your soft hair.

And for the first time in his life…Floki’s racing, frantic mind would be at peace.

For the first time in his life, Floki was truly happy.

Even though, he’ll not make a move. He’s already old and too heartbroken to deal with the dating game. Even if she catches his attention, he isn’t doing a thing about it.

She’ll have to be constant and ready to face his standoffish behavior for quite a good time before he shows any signs he’s returning her affections.

It will be something subtle. A simple conversation or maybe just a look, but from there on her presence will be more welcomed.

As it progresses, he’ll be more open to talk with her, share a story from his past, talk about the Gods walk around with her, let her see him work or just share a silent peaceful moment.

When it reaches that moment, Floki will expect her presence and even hope for it.

Even so, she’ll have to make the first move.

He’ll question why she wants to be with him. He never knew why Helga loved him so much, nor did he feel worthy of it. But at least they were both young, which is definitely not his case now.

The best option to convince him is to simply be truthful about her feelings. It’s likely he’ll need some time before making a decision, but by the time that conversation happens, he’s more accepting of a new relationship.

He comes with baggage, a lot of it. Betrayals, jealousy, defeat, tragedy, pretty much all of it, so she’ll have to have patience to get through his very thick walls.

He also comes with an unofficially adopted son with anger management issues, so she has to know how to work with that.

Floki doesn’t want any more children. He never put his foot down with Helga, letting her have her way and look how that played out for him. His new lover needs to be ok with him not wanting children, either his own or adopted. There’s not a single thought that terrifies him more than that and he would rather not.

She has to be ok with a more secluded life. Floki was always a bit of a hermit and that became much more evident in his late years. Even with all the chaos among the Ragnarssons and the war with Christians, he manages to lead a life quite separated from it.

If she’s alright with all his conditions, Floki will welcome her in his life, if not he’ll break it off before it starts because to him, she’ll come to her senses and find a more suitable man.

Floki was never a ladies man, so she won't have to worry about him straying like his bestie Ragnar.

Love for him will be a slow thing. It will be built day by day, but it will be solid.

He never believed he would have love in his life before Helga and believed it even less after her. Part of him is wary that this is another cruel play on him.

Either way, Floki will be loving and caring. He’s a romantic at heart and as such, fully enjoys spending quality time with her and little gestures of affection.

She’ll never feel unsafe after settling down with him. Not only is he a talented carpenter, he’s also a capable fighter, even in his old years. Few would dare facing him either because they’re afraid of his brutality or because they respect him as the legendary boatbuilder.

His unrivaled talent as a boatbuilder provides him a rather comfortable life and he has no problem providing for her. She’ll live comfortably and have nice things.

Given the age difference, it’s likely there will be times she’ll need guidance and support to face life dilemmas. Floki was never known to be reasonable, or sane, but he lived enough to know better and he can read people like no other, so he’ll be happy to guide her and support her through adversities.

Floki is in another stage of his life. He’s not as brash or as radical as he first was. He’s much more understanding and calm, so a life with him would be quite peaceful.

Ragnar

Ragnar loves TV

ESPECIALLY reality tv

Lives for the drama

Heartbroken when you tell him it’s scripted

Never recovers

Big on Euphoria (is team Maddy, obviously)

Lagertha

Freaked out at the TV

She’d rather experience all that stuff herself

Does like watching a movie sometimes, but it can’t be too sci-fi

Beats up filmbros if they come at Pride and Prejudice

Aslaug

She loves true crime

Sits down with a glass of wine she can periodically sip

Shakes her head at narrators that are boring

If you say true crime is lame, you’re banned from eating from her charcuterie board

Yes she makes them herself, yes they are perfect

Bjorn

Freaked out by the TV

Once he calms down he starts to like the mcu (derogatory)

‘there’s just too much wokeness’

Stfu Bjorn

Ubbe

Adores sitcoms

Especially modern family and derry girls

There’s just something about them

It’s totally not the non-toxic chaotic family vibes

Tunes in for them on weekends

Hvitserk

He really likes the Mandalorian and the Witcher

It’s totally not the gruff warrior unexpectedly adopting a young child

(please someone write this fic with Hvitserk)

He demands a baby yoda plushie

Cries whenever adoptee gets separated from dad

Totally does not live on the found family tag on ao3 (ofc he reads fanfic he’s not uncivilized)

Sigurd

One word: FLEABAG

Religiously (haha) watches this show

Phoebe Waller-Bridge is a god amongst men

HAIR. IS. EVERYTHING.

Also cries for three hours after watching everything, everywhere, all at once (same, and also, this movie is so good)

Ivar

HE IS NOT AFRAID OF HORROR MOVIES, GOT IT???

HE’S A MAN AND A VIKING

Screams at jumpscares, throws the snacks in shock

Loves the BCU (what is that you may ask? The Barbie Cinematic Universe, obviously)

Deeply relates to Raquelle in Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse

Don’t tell him you know he watches it or you won’t wake up tomorrow

Helga

Watches baking shows with Hvitserk

They have a whole ritual around it, and they never EVER miss it

Not even when there’s major events going down

Power outage? You bet Hvitserk has a fully charged powerbank to livestream the show with his mobile data

Helga bakes the treats from the prior week and eats them while watching

Floki

Watches the weird conspiracy shows that run at like 11pm

Fully believes them

Get him away from the TV

“Floki!” Floki looks up from his tree, seeing you walking in the distance.  His eyes squint at you before he shoos you away. “Floki!”

“Bah! Be gone with you! You being here only means one thing,” you giggle at his feigned grumpy old man act. Floki actually loves it when you come to visit.

Ragnar was tasked with training you in the ways of a Viking. Floki was in charge of your spiritual journey. Because of that your relationship became closer, more open.  You allowed yourself to be honest and vulnerable with Floki, and he always helped you on your path to become the woman you were.

“Floki!”

“Away!” He grunts, but stands in front of you with his cheeky grin. “Why have you come today? Men trouble?  Hehe,” he does his little giggle returning to create planks for a boat.

“No.”

“No,” he fakes an overly girly voice, continuing to laugh at you. “What guidance can I offer you today, Aesir?”

“Nothing. I just came to be in your presence. The sound of the water and your trees calm me.”

“Calm you,” Floki looks up at you, furrowing his brow in disbelief. “You’re never calm. You’re just like thunder. Loud and prone to outbursts.”

You grow quiet. Not much has been said to you about why Floki and Ragnar were sure that you were a gift to them by Thor himself. Letting them raise his daughter in the right ways.

Floki stops his motions, following your eyesight, before looking back at you, “You are troubled. Take it to the gods. After winter, we’ll go to Uppsala.”

“I don’t want to wait. I’d rather like to enjoy my time there,” Floki chuckles at you again, and you sling your head over to look at him. “What?”

“And just who are you enjoying your time with, hmm?”

You want to change the course of conversation. Tired of having these constant conversations of your life and your future. “Tell me the story of the day you found me.”

“Is that the story you really want to hear? Or would you prefer how I knew you were for us?” You stare down at the water below, kicking at the dirt, before heading into his house. “Ah, silence means I have you curious. It was a grand design of how you came to be reborn as Aesir.”

“A name that has cursed me.”

“And why is that? What is the Aesir?”

“Our high gods; Odin, Frigg, Thor, Baldr, and Hoar. I’ve learned all that. I was told that Ragnar was boastful in my name. Was my old one not good enough,” Floki shakes his head no, sitting himself on the bed. “Why?”

“You are of Thor.”

“Why? Why must you go around and say I am of Thor’s blood? I am nothing but a human, such as yourself.”

“You are a Viking, my dear. The days before we left for our raid, I was plagued with dreams from the gods. Odin told of how this would be a hard journey, but would be met with treasures beyond belief. And here you are.”

“Floki!” You whine, throwing yourself on a pile of furs. Everything always becomes more dramatic with Floki, because it drives him crazy. “You do not think of me as a treasure.”

“No, I don’t. You are a thorn in my side. Now, go,” you sit there silently, knowing that Floki would eventually offer more. You weren’t sure why the secrecy of their certainty of your lineage, but you needed to know. “Fine. I did dream of the gods. And the runes told us of Thor visiting this raid.”

Ragnar calls for the ship to be covered. Rain pelts them from all sides, and Floki holds tight to the mast. Saying his silent prayer while he looks out at the storm. Lightning bolt after lightning bolt lights up the night sky, and one too close to the ship.

Floki loosens his grip on the mast, and walks towards the front of the boat, “Ragnar, the gods have not cursed us. That is Thor! He is guiding us to the treasure, look!”

Another bolt of lightning hits, and Floki screams, his finger pointing into the distance.  Ragnar comes behind him, and Floki laughs still pointing, until he sees Rollo’s disappointed look.  “Look, Ragnar.  Land.  Thor’s hammer is beating his anvil, and showing us where we will be, but look.  Pay attention, it will only happen once more.  Oh mighty Thor,” a bluish bolt lights up the sky followed by a hellish thunder, and then another lightning hits a large tree on the land.

“There, I told you.  His greatest weapon will be there.  He’s showing us.  Giving us his blessing, Ragnar.”

“What do you suppose the weapon is?  Something for me to use?”

“No.  No,” Floki giggles as the sky and Thor’s hammer puts on a show.  So much lightning that it looks nearly daylight, “A gift that we will have to mold.  His child, hehe.  He showed me the child in my dreams.  Even The Seer agrees, Ragnar.  We’re having a child.”

Rollo brings the final load of their hoard, and chuckles at Floki, “I thought Thor had a gift for you and Ragnar,” he argues with the man, but Floki’s eyes look all around the broken tree.

“He does.  Have faith.”

“Like Thor would gift you a child.  Imagine that.”

“Shh,” Floki holds up a finger, spotting the top of your head.  A tiny crown with sharp angles on it, giving it the appearance of lightning.  “You’ll frighten her away,” Rollo looks right to the ground below the tree, and sees you jump up in fear, while Floki gives chase.  “Nothing worth having is ever ever easy.”

He quickly gains on you, and you were much smaller than he had anticipated.  A girl as well, but he knows it’s best not to question the gods.  When he grabs hold of you, and he sees your face and tears in your eyes, he knows it to be true.  You are who Thor promised him.  You had a lot to learn about fighting and fear, but there was a strength burning through your veins, and then the tiny tiara, now covered by your hood.

Ragnar examines you just as close as the strange man, their eyes constantly on the jewelry on top of your head, and you wish you could take it off.  Following them to the boat when you get a nasty look from a bigger man than Ragnar.  His hazel eyes glaring at you as Floki and Ragnar help you in the boat.

“A child?  A child in nothing but skirts.  She won’t make it through the winters.  And you think this is what Thor left for you?” Rollo says picking up your hair, examining this.  “You should kill her.”

“No!” Your hand flings up, hitting him, and before Rollo can touch you again, Ragnar steps in front of you.

“The child is making the journey with us.  She may one day defeat you,” Rollo snorts, throwing a bag of treasures with the rest.  “That is your uncle Rollo, pay him no mind,” annoyed you sit down with your arms crossed, causing both Floki and Ragnar to laugh, “She’s a stubborn one.  Tell me child, did you live in the palace?”

“I’m not royal,” he takes the jewelry off your head examining it, and you try and reach for it, only for your hand to be smacked away, “Give it back, my father gave me that.”

“Of course he did.  Child, how do you know our language, hmm?” Crossing your arms again, you tilt your head up and away from Ragnar.  “Who taught you?”

“My father.”

“And tell me,” Ragnar scoots closer to you.  Grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him, “Does he look like me?  Braids, tall?”

“He’s a carpenter.  Was.”

Floki rubs his hands together, smiling large at Ragnar, “He used a hammer?”

“Of course he did.  And you slaughtered him.  You took everything from me,” the reality of the fact that you were now at these giants' mercy finally setting in, but you don’t want to give them the satisfaction of crying.

“Hold it in, Aesir,” Ragnar whispers to you.  “It’s a harsh world, and tears don't make it better.  We are not killing you.  You are not a slave.  You are our equal.  You will learn our ways, and you will be the greatest weapon that we have ever seen.”

“I am but a girl,” Floki laughs at you with that high pitched giggle.  “I am a nobody.”

“You are a goddess,” Floki tells you, ignoring the harsh look that Rollo gives you.  “Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

“Rollo, help her,” Ragnar hands him an ax, while you stand there in your new clothes, waiting on whatever direction he should give you.  Your foot twists around in the dirt, as you stare sheepishly at Rollo, he wasn’t like Ragnar and Floki.  “Rollo.”

“Why should I teach a slave girl our ways.”

“She is no slave.  Do you see her being forced to do my bidding?  She is Aesir, and she needs to learn different techniques.  She is fast, and a good student.  Go on,” Rollo shakes his head no, shoving the ax back in Ragnar’s hand.  “One day she’ll be fighting beside you.  It might help her to learn your techniques.  She could be better at defending you.”

“She isn't one of us.  You have fallen for one of Floki’s schemes.”

“And when she grows up, and is beautiful and strong, will you feel the same way?  She is a fast learner.  If she was not one of us, how could she pick up on this so quickly?  Help her.”

“No.  You are on your own, Ragnar.”

“Rollo never taught you anything, did he, Aesir?” Floki asks, finishing his story.  He takes a bit of dried meat, offering some to you.  “Why do you avoid Rollo?”

“I don’t like him.”

“Hmm, so what are you going to do about your little problem?”  You throw your dried meat at him, standing to leave, “Sit down, Aesir.  You didn’t come here to learn about your new life. You came here to talk about your boys.  I have known you long enough to know that you need advice.  Talk.”

Your eyes pan over to the fire, but offer no words.  Floki using that voice meant it was best to not argue with him.  “Can I tell you what I think?”

“What is that?” Your words hiss out of your mouth, finally looking at him.  Floki was exceptional at reading you now.  No matter what you said, he knew what you actually meant.

“I think that Bucky being a whore hurt you.  You have heard us talk of your future.  Bucky has always been in it.  While he was off with other women, you went after his best friend to cause a scene.  When you didn’t get it, you and Steve quit your fuckery.”

“You know nothing.”

“Oh, I don’t?  Had you and Bucky not been in the open the other day, would you have had sex with him?”  Shrugging your shoulders, you stand, picking up the few things that lay strewn about his Floki’s home.  “And then there’s Ari.  Every bit of a mystery to you, but a perfect specimen of a Viking.  Tall, broad, muscles, and you can see yourself getting lost in his embrace.  He’s new, and interested.  But so is Bucky.”

“Bucky enjoys whores.  Not a woman that could kill him,” Floki laughs at you, and you look around his home. People were talking as if you had a choice, while still giving you no choices.  “So what if Bucky enjoying the company of another woman’s warmth hurt me?  Me and Steve didn’t deter him, either.  Why should I allow him to be with every woman, while I wait just on him?”

“Exactly.  Why should you?  So be with Ari?” The idea seemed easy.  But you know deep down that you could never let Bucky go.  He was meant to be yours, and now you would never know.  “Or, why not both?”

“Floki!” You screech, and he laughs.  His body awkwardly throwing back on the bed in a fit of giggles.  “That is preposterous.”

“And you didn’t say no.  Do you think the daughter of Thor could be faithful to one and not the other?  You choose one, but you will always seek comfort from the other one.  You know you would, Aesir.  You can’t be tamed by one man.  Two possibly.  While in Uppsala, partake in the mushrooms, and have fun with both your warriors without shame.  Of course, it might help if you had sex with them individually first.  There is nothing to be ashamed of the passions of the body. They are natural.  Take away those ten years that you were corrupted in thinking a woman should lay under one man.  Bare his children, and become his servant.  Let them serve you.  Have fun with them.  Decide on your own if you need both.”

“This is ridiculous.  I came here for guidance and…”

“Aesir,” Floki stands, and you remember what sets your new people off from the old.  They were giants amongst men.  Fierce and terrifying with their looks alone.  “You are spoiled, child.  Always have been.  You don’t do well with choices.  You want it all.”

“And I can’t choose both,” you tell him heading towards the door.  

“You should.  It’s becoming dark.  You won’t make it home.  You know what happens when you arrive late.  You’ll be forced to listen to Ragnar and Lagertha.  Bucky’s house is closer,” you sling your hand at him, letting him know he’s being silly.  “You know I’m telling the truth.  Stay here then, or stay with Bucky for the evening.  Who knows what will happen.”

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