Oh, so her answer in that group chat was purely just to be a dick—Ragnar didn’t actually add her. (Sort of the same principle of “your mom” jokes. I know, I’m 12.)

It’s been a long wait but my sci-if Ragnar mash up is coming soon! It’s back in the works. I’m happy to combine my two loves sci-fi and Vikings!

As for the writing challenge it’s part of, it is a smut challenge with kink. So skip it if that’s not your thing. ❤️

I don’t have a Ragnar list, but can start one. If you want to be added, just ask.

Synopsis: Ivar’s thirst for blood is finally quenched when his father kidnaps a young waitress for him.

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, kidnapping, mentions of nonconsensual sex

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The first one was an accident. His fingers slipped, sweaty palm barely holding the small pistol in the right position, and by the will of the Gods the bullet lodged itself into the heart of the young man laying across from Ivar in the dark alley.

The second was experimental. Ivar spent more time on it. He planned for weeks, photographing the woman, even speaking to her once in the supermarket. He sprung on her the day before her birthday, just the way he had planned it. This time he didn’t use a gun, but instead used an array of knives that could be found in an operating room.

The seventeenth was an addiction. His brother’s knew, his father was well aware, and worst of all, his own mother knew. His family was very poor at communicating, and so every morning when they would sit and eat breakfast in the communal area of the kitchen, no one chose to bring the matter up, not even Sigurd. He was coming close to being caught, even being questioned by law enforcement when his lawyer disappeared to use the restroom. Of course, he never would say a word.

The killings were much too complex for a nineteen year old cripple to commit. That’s what the Lothbrok family counted on the public believing. There was no way that a young man in a wheelchair could commit these crimes. There was no way such a smart and attractive looking man would hang a family by their own intestines Christmas Day.

It had been a month since his last kill, and he had began to feel restless. It was almost as if killing had been a drug to him, like cocaine, that he had used more than once or twice, and now that he was under twenty four hour security there was no way he could sneak off and take another life.

His father noticed this, and in order to keep his son busy and satisfied, Ragnar began his search for a woman. No classy woman wanted to date Ivar knowing his past, so he began asking dancers and prostitutes if they would be willing to date a serial killer. Understandingly, no one would come near him, and Ragnar, fearing for the security of the Lothbrok name and the safety of the general public, decided to find Ivar a distraction, no matter how long it would take.

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I had worked a twenty four hour shift at the diner with a single thirty minute break, and my body was feeling worn out. That phrase alone was such a colossal understatement. I felt as if I was a walking corpse and would drop any minute and die on the pavement. The empty lot is lit only by a few dim yellowish streetlights , and I walk slowly to the grey Prius. One moment my hand slips into my back pocket to grab my key, and the next I feel a hand over my mouth, and a stabbing pain in my arm as I’m lowered to the ground beneath me.

When I wake I know for sure I am not at home, because I see an ornate ceiling the second my eyes flutter open, and a very attractive man stands over me. When my tongue darts out of my mouth to wet my dry and cracking lips, I feel the duct tape over my mouth. At that moment I realize what has happened. I kick my legs out and try to yell, but the man laughs and picks me up by my waist and carries me into a separate room, removing the tape and placing a ball gag into my mouth. He handcuffs my ankle to the metal chair and sits on a similar chair across from me.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You may know who I am. I am Ragnar Lothbrok, owner and founder of Lothbrok industries. I don’t mean to harm you , but I do need your assistance on an important matter, and frankly, you have absolutely no choice but to comply.” He says and stands, bringing a younger man in a wheelchair over to me. Immediately i recognize him as a man I’ve seen on the news recently. It takes me a second to search my brain and find out what I remember him from, when I recall a headline appearing on the television during the beginning of my last shift. It said ‘Nineteen year old billionaire son of Lothbrok Industries CEO now suspect in multiple homicides’. Once again I manage to kick and scream, only to see the men in front of me laugh.

The younger one pulls a knife from his pocket and holds it to my cheek, pressing down to see a few droplets of blood escape my mascara stained cheek.

“She’s perfect father. I’m glad you chose such a good one. I think we’ll be really happy together, don’t you, darling? I think I’ll name you Elizabeth, Lizzy for short.” The man in the wheelchair exclaims with childlike convinction and a gleeful tone, despite just cutting my face.

“I told you to leave it up to me son. Give her a few days in the basement and I think she’ll be ready to take that ball gag off. Just have to settle her in, maybe let your brothers break her in.” The older man, Ragnar comments. The younger man sneers at his father and I see the older man’s face show true fear for a second. The younger man speaks, words filled with venom.

“Father- they will do no such thing. This is my pet, Ubbe and Hvitserk have their own whores, and Bjorn is married. Sigurd is not adequate to please a bitch. So no, my brothers will not take place in any sexual activities with my wife.” He says, shooting a sickeningly sweet glance my way.

“Of course Ivar, I will inform them. In the mean time, I’ll take her down to the basement and get her some clean clothes. You just stay up here and relax son.” Ragnar states and once again unchains me and throws me over his shoulder, taking me to a small cell in what I am assume is the basement. For a basement the room is very well furnished and must hold more value than my home in its entirety. He chains me to a metal bar in the cell and places a food and water bowl near the door.

“If you have to piss or shit yell for us. If you don’t, you’re cleaning it.” The man leaves me nearly naked in the freezing room as he feels upstairs. I watch as he leaves and try to get my thoughts together, but I am too nervous to think straight. I sit on the floor and use my hands to drink some of the water. I spit the clear liquid out a second after I put it in my mouth. It’s not water, it must be tequila. I make a face of disgust and move on to the food, placing a single piece of cereal in my mouth, relieved when it tastes surprisingly normal.

After a short while I decide to sleep and deal with my thoughts in the morning, so I chem up on the hard mat in the corner of the cell and try to sleep. After a half an hour, I feel myself drifting off to sleep finally.

When I wake, i sit up and take a sip of the drink in my bowl , getting my thoughts together as I try to sort out the facts and see where I have ended up. I know that I had gotten off of work on Thursday at 2 am, and had been kidnapped. The owner of Lothbrok Industries had kidnapped me for his cripple son to use, and the whole family must be bat shit. I’m locked in a cell almost naked chained to a wall. Things can’t possibly get any worse.

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I would love to see Ivar just being his natural self.

"Extra spicy" is also how I describe my personality. I added Hvitserk too because sometimes he can surprise us all. Googling sarcastic quotes added so much to my arsenal to use at work, thank you anon!

Synopsis: One night Ragnar has a casual hook up with a young bartender in New York. He expects this to be their only encounter. He’s dead wrong.

Pairing: Modern!Ragnar x Reader

Warnings: Smut

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He was beautiful. He may have been at least two decades older but it hardly felt like it in bed. His body was sculpted like a Greek statue, an ddespite the forming wrinkles, he was one of the most attractive men in the bar that night.

It had been rainy, and an altogether high traffic evening; everyone from travelers to people getting off of work popped in for a drink. The job had its perks, so occasionally I would get to meet local celebrities or athletes no one really knew of. What I didn’t expect was to serve scotch to the man that owned more than half the town.

My hand grips the bottle as I pour a double for the man in the suit. Talk about a high profile customer. Jessica had claimed she had once served Britney Spears, but nobody actually believed her. I slide over the glass and set the bottle back down in its place.

“Midnight on a Tuesday, and you’re buying drinks in a run down bar. So, how bad was today?” I ask, leaning on my hand as I wait for an answer. The man gives a sly smirk and sighs.

“Actually, it wasn’t bad. It was horrible. A dozen workers quit today and then on top of all of that my car was stolen. So, shit day if you ask me.” He responds, and I nod, pouting another glass for him as he finishes his first.

“That sounds pretty horrible, but, the upside is that the good days feel better after the shit days.” I respond, cleaning off a spot farther down the bar and watching as the last customer leaves. The man looks around, and then at a sign behind me.

“I guess you are right young lady, beautiful and witty. Tell me, you have a husband? A fiancé?” He inquires, and I blush slightly as I shake my head. Of course I wasn’t supposed to hookup with the customers, but one this hot, I’d have to make an acception for.

“No sir, just me. Long shifts and college classes don’t leave much time for socializing. I’m lucky to be able to have enough time to sit down and have a real meal once a week.” I confide and pour myself a glass of water. As I turn around I can feel his eyes glued to my ass.

“Hmm... so, how about you head home with me? Assuming you have no kids or houseplants back at home. We can both relieve some tension.” He smirks and holds out a hand. I smile and continue closing up before walking to the door with him.

“This is totally against any rules we have here but let’s do it.” I smile and follow the man out the door. Could he be a serial killer? Yes. Could he be a rapist? Yes. But he’s so cute, so I ignore my inner voices and leave with him.

He guides me to what I can only assume is an incredibly expensive car, and helps me into the passenger seat. We drove to an neighborhood that looks like something out of a movie, and he pulls up to a large home. He helps me out and leads me into the home.

We walk inside of the building and I marvel at the lavishly decorated walls. All tasteful, and no doubt quite expensive. “Wow, this is a beautiful home...” I trail off, searching for a name.

“Thank you. You can call me Ragnar. Daddy gets me worked up too so feel free to call me that. And what shall I call you young lady?” He smirks as he leads me to the kitchen, bringing a bottle of wine out from under the counter and pouring two glasses.

I blush ever so slightly at his comment, and smile, sitting down on barstools across from him. “Oh, my name is (Y/N). You can call me that.” I grin and take the glass as he slides it across the granite towards me.

“Beautiful name. Fitting for such a beautiful woman.” He comments, finishing up his glass of wine before refilling mine. The two of us make small talk as we finish not two, but grew bottles of wine. By the end of the second bottle I’ve started to let my guard down, and have started to trust him more than I had originally.

Halfway through the third bottle I start to feel hot, so naturally I remove my jacket, and then my shirt. I watch as Ragnar hawks at my chest, and grab his hand, standing on somewhat shaky legs. “Cmon Daddy. Let’s go somewhere comfy.” I say, tugging on his arm in no particular direction.

Clearly the older man holds his wine better than I do, so he guides us to a bedroom, where he lays me on the plush bed. I watch as his fingers quickly unbutton the black buttons lining his shirt, and smirk as the shirt hits the floor. He kneels over me and I shimmy out of my jeans, helping him to unzip his pants and push them off of his hips. After a few heated kisses and a few accidental elbow jabbings, we’re both naked horny messes.

Ragnar’s heavy breath fans against my face as his large hands reach down to rub my clit. “What should I do first?” He asks, more speaking to himself than me, I assure myself. I watch as two of his large fingers delve into my dripping hole. After what feels like only a second, he swiftly removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock.

Surely I must have miscalculated its size, because by the time his shaft it about halfway emerged into my heat, I feel more full that I ever have. My quiet moans aren’t enough for him, so his voice finally booms out about the sounds of skin slapping and nearly silent moans and groans.

“Say my name. Say my name. Fuck- so tight- so good.” He groans out before burying his head into the crook of my neck, leaving sloppy kisses on my shoulder. I whimper and let my nails dig farther into his shoulder.

“R-Ragnar! Fuck! Please- fuck me harder please!” I beg him, watching as a pleased look spreads across his face, and his hips piston harder into mine, leaving me feeling even more full, of that’s even possible.

His hips slamming into mine and his finger persistently circling my clit lead me to my orgasm quicker than expected. I feel his hot semen fill my belly only seconds after my own orgasm, and after a quick second of panick, I calm, assuring myself that this hookup couldn’t get me pregnant. I’m on the pill. He pulls out and pumps himself, shooting his remaining load onto my chest and stomach.

By the time his body falls next to mine in bed, I’m sleeping, after a long shift and a good fuck, I can’t keep my eyes open, and in the comfortable bed I find myself asleep in seconds.

I wake early, earlier than him, and collect my clothing, scrambling down the marble stairs to retrieve my shoes and jacket. I check my phone and see that it’s well past 8. I’m late for my lecture, shit. I’m out of the house in ten minutes. Hopefully he doesn’t remember me, I sure as hell don’t want him to.

After one hell of a pleasant night, and 6 unpleasant months of pregnancy, I’m now the heavily pregnant bartender. My boss knows that I need to hours with a baby on the way and no father in the picture, so he lets me work the slower days when I won’t get people critisizing me for working in a bar while carrying a child.

It’s Sunday, nearly 5pm, our slowest time, so I sit down behind the bar and munch on some peanuts, waiting for customers. Just before closing, a man comes in with a heavy raincoat on. I know I recognize him just by the way he walks. So confident. So sure of every step. He sits down at the bar and my eyes dart up.

“What can I get you, sir?” I ask and my smile slowly drops as I finally get a good look at his face. I see his face doesn’t hold a smile either.

“How about a fucking explanation? What kind of bullshit move is this? Who set you up to this? You don’t think I haven’t had attention whore gold diggers try this before?” He berated me with questions and I feel sick and attacked, tears welling in my eyes. I go to defend myself and he immediately cuts me off.

“You planned this all, didn’t you. It must have been your fucking plan to have your face on the magazines, huh? Yeah? I hope you don’t expect me to pay shit unless I see a paternity test. This is fucking ridiculous!” He yells, not giving me a second to talk. By the time he’s finished yelling, the cook has come out from the back and is staring at the man. He walks over, telling Ragnar that he can’t speak to the workers that way, and asks him to leave. After a while, he storms out. I close up, tears still running down my face, and grab my bag.

I walk out of the back door and see him again. My feet carry me faster towards my apartment and I hear the patter of his feet getting closer. I have a sudden rush of confidence and stop abruptly, turning around.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, embarrassing me at work and making me feel like shit. I didn’t plan to get knocked up by you, because hey, newsflash, you’re a real assholes I don’t want a penny of child support and I sure as hell don’t want to be anywhere near you. I don’t want anything to do with you. Why do you think I never got in contact? I’m just fine raising him on my own , thank you. Now please fuck off. Thank you.” I yell back at him and walk faster towards my apartment. When I arrive I see him a still trailing me, but when I glance back once again, he’s gone.

I spend the next month trying to forget him, and forget the fact that my son will be born without a father. Sure, it’ll be hard, but since dropping out I’ve had a lot more money to buy nursery furniture and clothing for him, and I can start working regular days once my bump goes away. I assure myself that out little family would be alright.

That’s when it happens. On the way home from work te car comes speeding down the street and I feel as if I’m watching from outside of my body as the vehicle strikes me, leaving me on the hot asphalt. Blood drips down into my mouth as I lay there, and I feel a pair of arms embrace me as I lose conciousness.

When I wake, I’m in a hospital bed, and I look around the room to see a bouquet of beautiful pink and white flowers. Surely I’d had no visitors. Who visits a pregnant bartender? The answer to that question walks right in the door with a bottle of water not a minute later. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and even though he looks like hell, it’s still a nice look on him.

He rushes to my side and gives me a sad smile. “Hey, the baby is okay. He’s doing great. I’m sorry about all the shit I said. You know, I get it if you don’t want to forgive me. I’d understand. But please let me help with my son. Let me pay for the medical bills and pay for whatever he needs and if you don’t want to let me see him, fine. But please let me help.” He whispers and I can see the gear streaming down his face.

“How did you find me?” I ask, straightening in my bed. His eyes look down, avoiding my gaze, and he sighs.

“I had... I had my men, my security following you. To make sure that you were both safe. I’m glad a did. God knows how long you might have been there. Hours? We were just in time. He’s okay, didn’t feel a thing.” He says, and even though the thought of this asshole being in my sons life slightly upsets me, I feel comforted that he wants to help raise his son.

“No money. Just help. Just help me get to appointments and help me with the new Mom stuff. Maybe a month’s rent but I’ll pay you back for anything. I have to admit I was pissed at how you acted at first but I guess I understand where you were coming from. If you want to be in his life, I’m not going to stop you.” I say, and take a deep breath in, watching as his arms wrap around my small figure.

“Thank you. Thank you.” He whispers as he buries his face into my hair.

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Warnings: Smut, Angst

Synopsis: After sharing her bed with her lover’s son, for a second time, Jazmyn runs into ragnar’s ex wife at the grocery shop, and instantly feels crushing guilt. Ragnar assures her that she is different, and she knows he is right. Will she finally be happy?

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A cold shower and coffee later, and I’m ready to get some grocery shopping done. After only being in our home for maybe an hour, Hvitserk had somehow managed to eat most of the food on the refrigerator. Ragnar has a meeting in the morning, so I leave him to sleep, and sneak out the door, grabbing the keys to the car and backing up out of the driveway.

Soft rock tunes fill the car as I tap my fingers on the steering wheel. When I’ve made it to the grocery store parking lot, I park near the entrance and run in with a shopping cart. The fruit section draws me in with colorful watermelons, and at the sight of the bright green sale tag I grab several, placing them into my cart. The produce aisles diminish nearly thirty minutes of my time, and when I’ve loaded my cart half full of fresh fruits and vegetables, I go to grab coffee beans for Ragnar. I’d never had figured him to be a coffee drinker, but as it turns out, he has to have his three cups a day or he bitches about it until he does.

I’m reading the label on the back of a coffee creamer container, when I feel a cold hand in my arm. I look up, and see a kind looking woman, smiling down at me. She’s wearing a long dress and heels, with more jewelry than I think I’ve ever seen in person. She flashes a grin, and pulls her hand back.

“I do apologize for scaring you dear, I know you, but you don’t yet know me. I am ragnar’s second wife, Aslaug.” She smiles, hugging me as I stand rigid, still in shock. I shake off the nervous feelings and paint on a smile.

“Aslaug, wonderful to meet you. I’ve heard so much from your sons. You truly did a wonderful job raising them, they are gentlemen.” I comment, and watch as somehow her smile grows bigger.

“ Thank you, I really did try to help them be the best possible individuals that they could be. My Ivar is a bit of a tough learner though. He wasn’t too rude to you, was he?” She questions, and I shake my head no, assuring her that he was more than polite.

After a brief conversation about both her sons and ex husband, I’ve learned something about Ragnar that I hadn’t know before: his habit of infidelity. I had certainly expected to find out about more nasty secrets, but not one like this. Apparently, unbeknownst to his sons, and the general population, his last two marriages had been terminated because of a common factor: him. His wives had both gotten tired of his habit of sharing his bed with other women, and decided to file for divorce, to protect their sons.

The ride home is silent, no thumping of the music I love to blast from the speakers, and no tapping on the leather of the steering wheel. When I arrive home, Ragnar is awake, and swimming laps in the pool. I slide the glass door open, and walk out to greet him, deciding to leave my newly found knowledge out of our conversation.

“How’d you sleep Ragnar?” I ask, sitting down and sipping at my glass of water. Ragnar swims to the edge of the pool, and motions of me to sit. I sit cross legged at the edge of the pool and deliver a kiss to his forehead.

“Amazing, my love. I did get a bit scared when you were gone this morning, I must admit.” He says, and amidst my laughter, I fail to notice his wet palm gripping my ankle and tugging me into the cold water. I swim to the surface and forcefully splash water in his face, giving him a mock angry look. I swim to him and give him a kiss, despite being angry at him.

“I love you Ragnar.” I say, kissing his cheek, and laughing at his beard scratching my red cheeks. He grins at me, sitting me up on the side of the pool, and placing one of his rough palms on my stomach. His eyes flicker up at me, and I give him a smile.

“Things will be the same later, right? When the baby is born?” I ask, my manicured fingers raking through his hair. He rests his head in my lap, and kisses my thighs.

“Of course, my darling. We might need a nanny for the baby, but other than than, I hope that we can stay the same way. I know that you probably have heard about my past marriages, but you’re not like that.” He says, and hops out of the pool, sitting next to me. I jump to my feet, and start heading inside, removing my drenched clothing and placing it on a chair. I head inside the house, continuously throwing short glances back to Ragnar as he watches my bare behind shake as I walk. At the stairs, I make a special, and practically hop to the stairs, trying my best to be seductive. To my surprise, it works. Ragnar drops his drenched shorts at the door and runs up after me, tackling me on our bed.

My head hits the plush pillows places at the top of the bed, and I smile, pushing Ragnar off of me with all of my strength, and rolling on top of him. I don’t know how I did that, seeing that he’s almost twice my weight, and definitely stronger than I. I know that he must have helped, obviously.

My lips move in sync with his as I grind my hips against his stomach, and place a hand against his firm chest to stop him from moving. Upon receiving a slap to my ass, I yelp, and jump a little, watching as laughter erupts from Ragnar’s throat.

“You think this is funny, huh?” I ask, and he looks at me with a sly expression and nods, attacking my neck with open mouthed kisses. I Guide his length to my opening and sink down, only stopping when I’m straddling him completely. I watch his face contort and hear his melodic groans as I move my hips up and down several times.

My high pitched moans match his low ones as the sound of skin slapping together fills the sweaty room. After a long session of love making, we head to the bathroom to shower, when my stomach feels different.

There’s a pain, almost like cramps of some sort, in my lower stomach. The pain burns, but is gone in a flash. I don’t think much of it, and continue my walk to the bathroom. I remove the towel draped on my chest and start the cool water.

“I could really get used to this view... your round ass and tits around my house all day. I wouldn’t mind it, we could use the opportunity to have a few kids.” Ragnar states, rubbing my ass cheeks, and giving me a smile when I pull away. When the water is to my liking I move under the shower head and let the cool water envelope me, droplets hitting my soft hair and face. Ragnar quickly follows me into the glass chamber and takes his opportunity to stand directly behind me, erection still raging.

With the water falling on my head and the feeling of ragnar’s body behind my own, I manage to drown out the feelings of pain in my stomach. Unfortunately, the pains are only starting. As I get out of the shower and into warm clothes, the pains worsen. I decide not to tell Ragnar, because I’m positive that he’ll overreact and become very protective.

On the walk from the bathroom to the kitchen, my head begins to feel clouded and each step needs to be carefully calculated in order to keep me from hitting the hardwood floor. Ragnar notices a slight difference, but dismisses it, until a let out a quick curse, and my feet fail me, the cold floor catching me. His head spins around to me, and he rushes over, cradling me in gentle arms.

“Baby? Honey?” He asks with urgency, but the voice i hear is not his. I fall in and out of consciousness, and finally slip into a sleep of some sort.

When i wake, my eyes are assaulted by the harsh light of a hospital, and a nurse stands over my body, inserting a needle into my arm. I yelp at the pinching feeling, only to receive a very sad smile from the young man. I feel my lips move, and I vaguely hear murmurs of words escaping my cracked lips, but the sounds are inconrehensible. Everything is a blur, and the man shows another reassuring smile before resting a gentle hand on my shoulder, and responding to me. When he exits the room, Ragnar approaches me slowly.

“Jaz?” He asks, walking to the side of the bed and resting his hands on the rails on the left side of me. I look at him grab my hand through the tangled mess of wires and tubes, and watch as he gently rubs my hand with his thumb. I know what he’s going to say before the words leave his throat.

“The baby.... we lost it Jazmyn.” He says, dark bags under his eyes only now becoming visible with the glint of bright light from in between the two pale green curtains.

My lips open once again, only this time my throat clenches up when a word threatens to escape. Choking sobs leave my lips and I’m soon embraced in a tight hug, watching as Ragnar smooths my unruly hair under his comforting touch.

The last thing I hear before I finally fall asleep once again, exhausted from hours of sobs wracking through my body, is ragnar’s comforting words.

“We’ll have a family some day. The gods knew this was the wrong time; all things happen for a reason.”

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