Hello. I was wondering if you can write something for Halfdan from the show Vikings? Iâll be happy with some fluff. I donât have anything specific in mind but just a sweet Halfdan would be a nice read â„ïžThank you in advance â„ïž
Halfdan*Favourite Days
Pairing: Halfdan x wife!reader
Word count: 610
Warnings: none
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Halfdan was a warrior, a Viking, someone who you should fear and run from when he approaches you. however, you just smile as the Viking saunters over to where you are sat against a great oak. âMy love,â you great, offering your hand out to him, pulling him to sit next to you.
You placed the flower crown you had began to make down beside you. your hand moved to rest on his head while you placed a kiss to his cheek, âThank you beautiful,â he murmured, moving his head to rest on top of yours.
Yes, the big, powerful, brutal Viking was merely just a puppy dog when it came to you. âHow have you been?â you asked to which he just grunted making you laugh.
âI do not wish to ruin your good mood with idiotic men and their talks,â
âOkay sweetie,â you laughed, âCome here,â you instructed, moving him to lay with his head on your lap. He did not fight you, instead he allowed himself to relax into your soft thighs as your hand raked through his hair.
âWhat have you done today?â he asked.
âWell letâs see,â you said, leaning back against the tree as you absentmindedly scratched his scalp making him groan softly, âI helped my sister with her goats this morning and she gave me some Skyr for our supper which was nice. Then I went to the market. I got some better soaps to try wash the blood from your tunic,â
âI donât know why you try. I always dirty them,â
âI donât know why you try to tell me not to,â you countered, âI always get my way,â
âThat you do my love,â he mumbled, half considering if he should just fall asleep right here, âWhat else?â
âI tended a few small errands, finished sewing part of my dress, and sharpened your axe,â
âYouâre too good to me,â
âI know,â you said making him smile, âThen I came out here to relax and made this,â you said, picking up the flower crown.
He rolled onto his back, squinting at the sun as he took the flowers from your hand, âIts beautiful,â he smiled, resting it on his head making you laugh, âHow do I look?â
âAs pretty as a flower,â you grinned, leaning down to kiss him.
You enjoyed the moment, pulling back to looking into his eyes with a soft smile. It was perfect. That was till a loud wolf whistle rang out followed by Haraldâs echoing laugh, âIâll kill him,â Halfdan growled as he sat up, the flowers falling to the ground.
âI thought you were a man! Not a baby!â His brother called from several feet away.
You put your hand on his chest to stop him chasing his brother, âBugger off Harald!â you shouted back, âAt least he has a wife,â you teased, smirking when you saw the smile fall from his face, âDonât be a baby Harald!â you called as he began to walk away.
âYouâre lucky I like you sister!â he called back, turning away as he stalked off to presumably sulk.
You looked back to your husband with a grin, âNow where were we?â
He paused as he pretended to contemplate it, âRight,â he said, his hands grabbing your waist suddenly and flipping you onto your back making you laugh, âhere,â he grinned as his lips went down to pepper your face in soft kisses.
âStop!â you laughed as his hands moved to tickle your sides, âYouâre killing me!â
âDonât be a baby,â he teased, copying your earlier taunts as he leaned down to capture your lips again. Days like this were his favourite.
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I couldn't pass up the opportunity to also request something. I'm excited because I love your work and I hope you're not tired of writing for our beloved blonde Viking boy.
I would like to request 37. âYouâre just a softie.â from the Fluff list. f reader. Maybe seeing him doing a cute interaction with an animal or something like this and he definitely hates to be called soft because you know he's a bad and cruel viking hehe. You know I live for soft Halfdan.
Thank you so muchâĄ
Big Bad Viking
Halfdan the Black x f reader fluff
Words: 402 | credit to gif creators @charming-merlin
âïžWarnings: none | moodboard by me
@charming-merlin đ My dear friend, I will never ever ever tire of writing about our beloved blonde Viking. Thank you for the request, this is a cute and fun! You are so sweet, thank you!
Gathering the last of the supplies, you tie them securely in the bundle and prop it over your left shoulder. When you reach the door, you look around the small little house you called home, taking a mental picture.
You were elated to go on the road and to travel. You also knew some hard nights and days were ahead as well, and there would be times all you wanted was the comfort and warmth of this place.
Taking one deep inhale, you savor the smells and step out, closing the door behind you. While away, your neighbor would check in on things and care for the garden, so you knew your oasis was in good hands.
Shifting the heavy bundle, you walk left of the house and see Halfdan. Stopping in place you canât help but smile. You watch the way his beautiful hands move over your horse's skin and hair.
It was such a sharp contrast, seeing him in battle only a week ago and now he ever so gently soothed Eydis. She even tilts her head toward Halfdan, leaning into his touch.
Youâre a little too far away to hear what heâs saying, but you can tell even from a distance it was soft.
Shifting your weight to the other leg, you continue to watch unseen until you nearly drop the bundle. Halfdan looks back at you, his hair like a curtain over the right side of his face.
Halfdan smirks, âhow long have you been standing there?â
You walk over to him and hold the bundle close to your chest.
âLong enough to see youâre just a softie, Halfdan the black!â
Halfdan makes a serious face, âI am not a softie. I am Viking!â
You put the bundle down at your feet, laughing at him. âYes yes, a cruel Viking you are!â You tease.
Halfdan picks up some hay and playfully tosses it at you. Giggling, you do the same and some goes into his mouth.
Halfdan spits it out and picks up the bundle, proceeding to tie it to the horse. âWe must go, weâll need the daylight we have.â
âYes, big bad Viking.â You throw more hay at him.
After Halfdan's done securing the bundle, he pulls you into a kiss.
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Could I ask about something fluffy for Halfdan the black from Vikings please for the V day creations đđ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°Thank you đ„°đ„°đ„°
Halfdan*Lofn
Pairing: halfdan x goddess!reader
Word count: 1352
Warnings: forbidden love, made up norse festival bc they didnt have valentines (or anything similar i could find)
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Halfdan never felt the need to make friends. Not in the way his brother Harald did at least. Halfdan had drinking buddies, war buddies, hell even fuck buddies, but he did not see the point of befriending another lord just for his company. Though Halfdan was not the brother destined to be king.
Halfdan quite frankly didnât understand why they even had to stop in this godforsaken village. So, when his brother told him they had to stay another five days to take part in their festival he found himself groaning and whining like a toddler.
The only reason he hadnât abandoned his brother and went elsewhere was because of you. well, he didnât know your name only your face. But the gods had made it the most beautiful face heâd ever seen.
When he asked his brother about the festival even Harald seemed to know nothing. your village had been named after Freyja so every year you would honour her but neither knew what to expect.
-
The bonfire was higher than any house with children dancing around the flames and drinks flowing freely with the adults. As Harald nursed his third cup his eyes fell upon you and finally, he felt like this may have been worth him staying.
You were sat alone, a few feet away from most on a fallen tree staring into the flames. Before he could think the alcohol had decided for him and he was crossing the grass towards you. âMay I sit?â he asked, trying to act nonchalant but he felt an odd blush raise in his cheeks as you lifted your gaze.
Your eyes scanned over him for a moment in silence, from his tip toes to his hair, before finally you gave a small nod. âIâm Halfdan,â he said, breaking the silence once more as he sat down, and he felt relived you gave your name back. âWhy are you sitting all alone?â he asked making you laugh a little, âWhat?â
âNothing. I like someone who does not beat around the bush,â you said, a twinkle in your eye that made him blush again before your eyes returned to the fire, âI like to sit with my thoughts especially on days like this. Everyone seems so happy,â
âAnd you, are you happy?â he asked, his gaze fixed on you even if you do not return it.
However, he did notice the smile that tugged on your lips, âI can be at times,â usually heâd roll his eyes at an answer like yours, but this felt different.
âYou never answered my question,â he said, and you hummed in response, âWhy are you alone?â
âYou were the first person to ask to sit,â you replied, finally turning to face him, âI think the better question is why did you?â
Up this close Halfdan could see the flames reflected in your eyes despite the fire being so far away. he could feel its warmth as if it was sat next to him, âI suppose I just wanted to meet you,â he said, his head becoming hazy.
âAre you well? you look like you may faint,â you said, brow knotting in concern.
âI donât know,â he muttered, âIt is very warm is it not?â he said, pulling at his shirt to fan himself.
He only stopped when you stood up, âCome with me. I know where you can cool down,â you said, and he did not need to be told twice.
He followed you down the hill the bonfire was on down to the edge of the shore where you slowly walked along as the breeze from the water finally cooled him down, âIâm not sure what happened,â Halfdan said when he finally felt he could breathe again.
Your smile almost took it away though, âItâs alright. Many become overwhelmed by the end of the night. The fire can burn awfully hot,â
âWhat is the fire for? I know your celebrating Freyja but why?â he asked, pausing in his tracks when you laughed softly.
You stopped as well and turned to face him, âWe do not only celebrate her. well, I do not at least,â you said, turning your gaze to the sea, âWe celebrate love. Freyja is of course only one of the three we celebrate,â
âAnd the other two?â
âWell one is Sjöfn though some rumour she is just Frigg in disguise,â
âWhy would a goddess need to disguise herself?â Halfdan asked, suddenly very interested in every word you had to say. âIs she not the goddess of marriage?â
âShe is. as well as prophecy and motherhood however sadly, love does not always lie in the marriage. Thatâs where the third comes in. Lofn,â
âI recognise the name,â he said though he could not place from when.
You chuckled however, âMany do. Few know why. She is protecting the forbidden love. The true love. The love that cannot always be, but you will never lose. She is who I celebrate on nights like these,â you said as your eyes turned to gaze back at the fire.
Halfdan felt a flare grow in his chest, âWhy is that? I cannot imagine a man loving you and letting you go no matter the reason,â
Your lips quirked into a smile as your eyes turned to him, âI am not in a forbidden love. Not yet at least. Though I do find the notion romantical,â
âRomantical?â
âRomantical. Mesmerizing. Enthralling. Whatever word you choose. The notion of a love so strong it breaks the rules,â
âYou do not like to follow the rules?â
âI do not see why I would,â you said.
Halfdan found himself cracking a slight smirk, âI knew there was a reason I liked you,â he said before you decided it was finally time to head back to the fire. As you began to walk up the hill, he decided to ask another question, âWhy the bonfire?â
âThey say no matter how far you are from the flames you will feel them on your skin if youâre sat with your one love and if you feel a chill stood beside it then it is not meant to be,â
âIs that why there are so many girls sat around it?â he snorted when he noticed just how close to the flames some of them sat. you however chose not to respond to that, and it was enough to make him swallow hard. âDo you believe in it?â
âI do,â
âWhy?â
âBecause I know itâs true,â
âHow?â
âI just do,â you said with a small smile as you arrived back to your original seat, âYour brother is looking for you,â you said, nodding over at the dark-haired man motioning to Halfdan to come over. âIâll wait here,â
Halfdan sighed, âIâll only be a moment,â he said as he stalked over to his brother.
âI was wondering where you went,â Harald said as he held out a drink to his brother, âAnother?â
âI went on a walk,â he said as he took the cup.
Harald made a face however, âBy yourself?â
Halfdan rolled his eyes, âNo withâŠâ he said, turning to point to you only to realise the space you once stood was empty, âShe was right there,â he muttered before telling Harald your name.
Harald just shook his head, âYou werenât with anyone brother. I saw you walk up the hill yourself,â
âThatâs impossible,â he muttered as his eyes scanned the crowd.
His attention was only drawn back when he heard Harald shiver, âYouâd think that fire would feel warmer,â he said making Halfdanâs eyes widen.
His eyes turned to the bonfire, staring into the flames. He saw you through them like before but this time he did not see you on the other side. Perhaps heâd drank too much Harald suggested when he assured him no one had been sitting on that fallen tree. However, when Halfdan saw the tree standing unbent and unwavering the next day he knew he had met you. he just had not realised you were a god. A god who he could never love. It was all so romantical he thought.
Requested by: @from-the-fossils-blogâ
Words:Â 693
Warnings: A bit of violence and some naked people.
A/N: English is not my first language so if you happen to notice any mistakes I may have made, please do not hesitate to let me know!
I have taken the liberty of tagging everyone who asked for part 3.
Read part 1 here - Read part 2 here - Read part 4 hereÂ
She slapped him across his face when he came within her reach, the sharp sound echoed in her ears as he lifted his hand to touch the skin that bared a red print of her hand.
'Have you gone mad?' she spat at him, her furious eyes filled with a fire he had only seen during battle. 'You chose Margrethe and now you expect me to let you have your way with me?'
His eyes no longer held the arrogance and certainty that had dominated his features before. Now he looked small, nervous and much younger than he truly was when he looked down, refusing to meet her burning gaze. 'I chose wrong.'
'And you realised this when, Hvitserk?' She studied his face for an answer, and when none came she pinched the bridge of her nose in between her thumb and index finger in utter exhaustion. 'When I shared my bed with another?'
He looked up, his jaws clenched together and his hands formed into tight fists that had started to shake. 'I realised I didn't want another man to touch you.'
She almost laughed at the words that fell from his lips, her disbelief at his stupidity clearly displayed in the wicked grin that pulled up the corners of her lips. 'Well, it's a little late for that,' she hissed at him, taunting and challenging him. 'I cannot believe that you thought I would come running back to you as if nothing happened! I will not be someone's second choice, I am not a toy to be used when it pleases you and to be thrown away when you're done with it.'
She took a deep breath and scraped together what was left of her self-control to stop herself from hitting him again, preferably drawing blood. He called her name when she left the room, but she decided not to look back and give in to his pleading.
Halfdan watched her chest rise and fall as she slowly regained control of her breathing, her lips parted, the thin layer of sweat making her skin glow in the early morning light, her thighs still slick with her own arousal and his seed that had dripped down them.
'Are you ever going to tell me why you needed me so badly yesterday? Why you were so upset?' he asked her, curious eyes watching the way her upper lip twitched and her eyes turned darker in anger.
She sighed and her fingers slipped through her hair in a useless attempt to tame the tangled mess, she felt his eyes burning into her skin and when she didn't answer he grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.
'It's the boy, is it not? Hvitserk.' There were emotions hidden in those dark, brown eyes that she didn't understand and couldn't decipher.
'He chose someone else instead of me,' she eventually admitted after a long silence that hung thick in the air, pressing on her chest.
He tugged playfully at one of her braids. 'Then he is a fool.'
'Maybe,' she mumbled while she climbed out of his bed. She pulled her tunic over her head and wrapped a leather belt around her waist before she began to work on the lacing of her breeches.
'Revan,' he spoke, his tone much softer than usual, pulling her attention away from the buckles on her boots.
She looked at him over her shoulder, his brown eyes suddenly dominated by uncertainty, something she had never seen on him before and it made her eyebrows rise in surprise. 'What is it?'
He looked at her with such intensity, it made her adrenaline levels spike and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up in alarm - like she was under attack. For a while he was silent as his fingers ghosted over her arm, caressing her exposed flesh and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his way.
Her throat went dry and the air suddenly seemed much hotter than before as his fingers dug into her skin, eyes bright and eager when he spoke. 'I am not a boy anymore, Revan, I know what I want.'
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Requested by: Anonymous
Words: 498
Warnings: Mentions of abuse.
A/N: YAAAAAAY Halfdan!! I really liked this request and I very much enjoyed writing this, I hope you'll like it ^^ Also, English is not my first language so if you happen to notice any mistakes I may have made, please do not hesitate to let me know!
She was sore, her knees were trembling when she walked and the place between her legs was aching and burning. She had scrubbed herself clean this morning, rubbing her skin until it turned into an angry, red colour and was sensitive to her touch. Yet she still felt dirty and unsafe, constantly looking over her shoulder, listening for voices before she turned a corner, keeping her head down in an attempt to go unnoticed.
She was nervous when she knocked on his door, even though he had never forced her into his bed or beaten her. But he looked at her, she often felt those dark eyes burning into her skin from across the room, following her as she served food and ale, trailing over her exposed skin and leaving her shuddering, the soft hair on the back of her neck standing up.
Carefully she stepped into the darkness of his room. He was sitting up in his bed, pulling a blue tunic over his head, illuminated by a candle on his night stand.
'I have your breakfast,' she mumbled in a barely audible whisper, looking at the tray she carried with bread, cottage cheese, fruit and the leftovers from a pork stew. He gestured to the table that was pushed into a corner and she placed the tray on it before walking over to the small fire place, she coaxed yesterday's fire back to life and turned around to find him standing there to her surprise.
She gasped at his sudden appearance, felt her heart hammering inside her chest as her throat went dry. She ducked her head, carefully looking up at him from underneath her lashes to find his dark eyes.
He wiped his blonde hair away from his face and lifted his hand to her neck, fingers carefully ghosting over the bruised flesh. The prints of fingers had turned blue and purple overnight, leaving her skin painful and sensitive, but she barely felt the surprisingly soft touch of his searching fingers.
Her left eye was swollen and he touched the skin around it that was an angry shade of red, it would soon bare the same colours as the bruising on her neck as the swelling would grow thicker and making it difficult to see.
She studied the intricate design of his facial tattoos as he watched her, dark blue lines curling up around his eyes and when he sighed, shoulders falling heavily, his hot breath spilled over her face and she closed her eyes.
His fingers fell from her left eye to her jawline before they curiously followed the sharp curve of her cupids bow, thumb pressing against her bottom lip when she felt his lips, soft and slightly wet, against her temple. He lingered there, savouring the taste of her delicate skin and she felt his beard tickle her neck when those lips found the shell of her ear, his voice soft and hoarse when he spoke.
'You are a free woman now.'
Hope you enjoyed it ^^ let me know what you think!
Warnings: None  | Words: 506 | Vibe: Fluff, Romance
GIF by @charming-merlin | this oneshot is for you â€ïž I know its late where you are, so I hope this makes you smile when you wake up.Â
Halfdan the Black was many things
He was violent
Unpredictable
Cruel
One half of the famous Viking brothers
But this wasnât Halfdan as you know him
At least not now
To you, he was just Halfdan
Underneath all the brutality was a good heart
A pure heart that was always there
A true Viking in every sense of the word
Halfdan lived every second of his life with vigor
You were no stranger to the brothers. Though their land wasnât your original home, you ended up there and formed a bond with them.
You could say you always loved Halfdan and the both of you acted on your attraction more than once. But you held back, protecting yourself from getting too attached. Halfdan wasnât the settling down type.
When his brother became King, Halfdan set out to travel and see the world. Now that his brother's dream came true, he would follow his own. To your surprise, Halfdan asked you to go with him. You said yes.
âŠ
Two months later
The hot desert sun beams down on top of the tent, waking you earlier than you want. You look to your left, finding the spot beside you empty.
When you step outside you find him starting off at the horizon, the sun basking him in a golden hue. Even from here, you can tell heâs thinking. It was one of the many things you loved about him, how reflective he was.
You try to sneak up behind him, but the Vikings' senses are too keen. He turns around and pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he kisses your forehead.
âDid I wake you?â He asks gently.
You shake your head, âNo. The sun did.â You look up at him, feeling your heart swell as he gazes at you. âI could leave you to think, I just wanted to steal a kiss.â
Halfdan smirks, his brown eyes are bright.
âI want you to stay, Kitten,â he pulls you closer and looks out again, you follow his line of vision, âI know in my heart this is meant to be. Fate.â
You feel tears cover your eyes, you loved when he was open, vulnerable, heartfelt.
Halfdan turns to you and he caresses your arm.
âFollowing my dream has revealed another, one my younger self may have resisted-â he pauses as his expression grows more serious.
You feel nervous, you grab his hand and interlace your fingers with his.
âHalfdan, what is it?â
âY/n, I love you.â
The confession hits your ears like a song youâve longed to hear. You squeeze his hand tighter and place your other hand against his cheek. He leans into your palm.
âI love you too!â
Halfdan chuckles and pulls you into a kiss, lingering his lips against your before fully pulling away.
âMarry me.â
Your mouth falls open, âWhat?â
Halfdan didnât believe in such things, he always laughed at Harald for his romanticism.
âIâm serious. Marry me.â
You smile uncontrollably and jump into his arms. He holds you close and kisses the top of your head.
âYes! Yes!â You shout excitedly.
Halfdanâs warm smile fills his face, âGood, we must get started then.â
âOn what?â
âSons.â
You laugh as he picks you up bridal style, taking you back to the tent.