#floki x reader

Rollo

A loud protester

He insists he can take care of it himself, flinching away when you lift his shirt and gasp at the wound, telling him off

You leave him be, not wanting to push him, but only wander over when he's muttering and hesitating when putting the disinfectant on

"Just let me... please, Rollo. I can help."

He huffs and hands you the pouch

His hands fly to your waist to grip you when you tend to a gash on his shoulder, his head tucked to your chest as he hisses in pain

He eventually relaxes in your touch, feeling his eyes droop in exhaustion until you tap his head to get his attention

He mutters a thanks as he parts from you, but you notice he does not wander far from you that night

Floki

He is all for letting you tend to him

He actually thinks it's worth getting hurt to get the attention from you

Every sting comes with dramatics: a heavy groan or a small curse to the gods

You soothe him with a soft hand in his hair or a comforting whisper, telling him you're nearly done

His hand rests on yours while you're working, squeezing slightly when it begins to hurt, but immediately apologising each time

He trusts you completely, and knows that he can always come to you when injured and knows that he will get treated right

Once you're done, he curls up to your side, smothering you in affection for the rest of the night as a way of saying 'thank you'

Smitten he is

Lagertha

Her pride is quite high, and so she is hard to convince to let you tend to her

She swats your hand away at first, insisting that she will be okay and knows how to handle it herself

But when the bruises begin to throb too much, she crawls back to you sheepishly, asking if you'd check on them for her

She lets you press poultice to her wounds and massage her sore shoulders, never exactly saying thank you but leaning into your touch and not turning away

She does enjoy having your attention in the bath, though, and having you run your hands through her blonde hair to remove the blood seeping through

Later, she does not flinch when you return to check on her wounds, but only gives a half smile and a gentle rub on your arm to assure you that she's okay

Athelstan

He is quiet and cooperative during it

He lets you tend to every scratch and scrape, always trusting you to know what you're doing

And he simply does not have the skill to take care of them himself, so he appreciates the help

He winces from your touches but never complains

His hand finds your wrist at times when it hurts particularly bad, but you kiss his forehead and apologise as he nods in acknowledgement

When finished, he leans back and thanks you greatly

But his blush remains, especially when you pull him to bed to get him to rest beside you

Bjorn

You sit beside him, cleaning along the cuts on his forearms, which hold a heavy stench of metallic blood

You try your best to be careful over the worst wounds, but he does not flinch as you wipe over them

He gives you attitude at times, especially when you lecture him about returning so battered

"I fought, didn't I? If I had come back unhurt, then it wouldn't have been worth it."

He likes to be difficult sometimes, telling you it doesn't hurt at all, even though he's biting his lip as you pour disinfectant on

But you only smirk and pretend not to notice, worried that if you call it out, he would not let you tend to him like this

Ubbe

His ribs are bruised and ache from a heavy blow

You have to remind him to keep still as you hold a cloth to the wound; he likes to flinch away

He tries to distract himself from the pain by teasing you, but that facade quickly fades when you only press harder, shutting him up

You ask him to lie down and insist he rests his head in your lap while you apply treatments to the scratch

He stares up at you with a stupid grin on his face, making you smack him slightly on the head

"Ubbe, I'm trying to concentrate." "Please... don't mind me."

His hands find you mid-task, running along your neck and face, fingers twirling your hair

Once he's all cleaned, he remains in your lap, laughing at how reliant he becomes around you

Hvitserk

Bro cannot sit still at ALL

He is still twitching from adrenaline, muttering to himself, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his leg

You have to physically grab him and force him to sit and relax as you roll up his trouser leg to see his bloody wound

You whisper nonsense to him as you work, trying to distract his mind and calm him

He flinches occasionally, but eventually lies back, allowing you to finish your work without much complaint

When you stand, having been finished, he pulls you on top of him quickly

And you protest, telling him to be careful of his leg, but he only ignores you and presses his face into your neck, muttering thank yous

Sigurd

Stubborn as ever

He hides his worst injuries from you at first, insisting that he is fine and did not get injured too badly

But once he undresses later and you see the carnage, you only sigh, trying not to make a big scene and instead walk over slowly with some treatments

He mutters under his breath as you start, but does not pull away, accepting that he does need the help after all

He gradually closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch, letting sleep take him over slightly from your soft touches

When you're done, you find that he's been lulled to sleep, leaning against you

Ivar

Of course, he insists he's fine

But each flinch as you press the cloth to the cuts on his arms only proves him wrong

You ignore his grumbling and avoid his glaring gaze when you press particularly hard on a scratch

"I'm doing this to help you, Ivar. Quit being a brat."

You swore you could hear a hint of gratitude in his heavy sighs, but even that might have been a stretch

When you press a cold, wet towel to his forehead, you catch him leaning into the touch

An acknowledgement of trust that he'll never voice

Afterwards, he sits silently, but each time you move, he glances over, asking where you are going

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.