laughter makes the heart grow fonder: requested
it had been a very long, very strange, and very confusing journey for (y/n).
first, her village had gotten terrorized by scary men, their hands wielding large blood covered axes.
second, her home was broken into by a very large blonde haired and blue eyed viking man, his language confusing the young girl for a moment until she finally realized he was speaking the language she was currently being taught.
and third, a strange yet beautiful blonde haired woman had saved her from being killed in cold blood and decided to keep her.
of course, (y/n) generally thought that the beautiful vikings woman had meant to keep her as a slave, but the woman had different plans.
she wanted to keep her as a daughter.
this confused (y/n) greatly. she looked frantically at every man and woman in her village, but none had come forwards to rescue her from these....heathens.
the beautiful woman hadn’t left her side once. all day everyday the woman would play with (y/n)’s hair, feed her even though she was old enough to feed herself.
and after a few weeks, (y/n) realized it wasn’t that bad.
as a young girl, (y/n) never grew up with a family, she was taken care of by fellow villagers after her parents disappeared and never came back.
so when the woman- whose name she now learned was helga- had treated her better than anyone in a long time, it didn’t bother (y/n) one bit.
at night, when (y/n) was cold and shivering on the boat that was rocking and shaking against the harsh ocean waters, helga would wrap (y/n) in a nice fur blanket and gently kiss her head.
this warmed (y/n)’s heart.
she felt she had to somehow repay helga for all the love she had given her. so everyday after helga would finish on her hair, (y/n) would surprise her and do her, making the most beautiful braids helga had ever seen.
honestly, (y/n) never wanted to go back.
she loved being with helga, spending everyday with her. though, the other viking men thought (y/n) was quite strange. no person they’d ever taken captive before liked it so much.
even floki himself was growing fonder and fonder of the girl.
but when they all stopped on unknown land, helga didn’t stop with just one.
she saved the girl from her husbands and friends pillaging and killing.
(y/n) was pleased as well.
but the little girl, was not. she didn’t understand a single word anyone was saying to her. helga had tried to make her feel welcome like she had with (y/n), but it hadn’t worked.
and days later, they arrived in kattegat.
helga was so excited to show (y/n) and the young child her home. she showed them all around kattegat, the hall, everything around and about she showed to them.
(y/n) tried very hard not to show interest in all the beautiful things kattegat had to offer.
but when helga would look, she’d smile widely and nod along to everything helga was saying.
the little girl just followed, keeping her head low and her shaking hands behind her back.
it wasn’t until weeks later, she had met helgas younger friends.
“the sons of ragnar” she had called them, but the name had absolutely no meaning to (y/n).
the men she had met were very handsome, especially the youngest.
he’d look (y/n) with such a curious look, it made (y/n) want to cower away and go back to helga and flokis home. he’d smirk at her when she’d be caught looking at him.
she was....different than most of the other women in kattegat.
ivar couldn’t help but be attracted to her, not just by her physical appearance either.
she was so....strange. she looked at everything like it had a soul, too. she treated all these strong viking men like they were already her friends.
this stirred something within ivar. how could a girl, from such a far away place, be so comfortable with people who had ripped her away from her home?.
but this just made ivar more and more curious about this beautiful creature. he had wondered why someone as sweet as helga wanted a slave, but ivar never asked.
one day, he decided he needed to go talk to floki about his legs, and if floki could do anything to help.
once he made it to their house, he busted through their door.
his eyes immediately caught hers. she looked so beautiful, sitting their, trying to help helga feed the younger girl- Tanarus- who was refusing to eat.
“hello floki, helga” ivar greeted, shutting the door behind him as he slid his legs in.
(y/n) stared at him curiously, just as ivar did with her. she wondered if ivar had always been that way, or had he gotten hurt in some accident?.
(y/n) was too afraid to ask.
“hello, ivar” said floki politely, not really questioning why ivar had shoed up so out of the blue.
ivar crawled over to where helga, Tanarus and (y/n) were sitting, he placed himself in front of the women, adjusting himself and making himself comfortable.
“so, who’s this?” ivar asked, looking more so to (y/n) than the child. floki noticed this.
helga looked to (y/n) and smiled lovingly at her.
“introduce yourself” helga prodded gently, scared to push her further.
(y/n) opened her mouth and spoke with a voice so soft ivar could feel it fly through him.
“(y/n)” she said simply, then went back to be a silent little butterfly.
ivar nodded slowly, saying her name several times in his head.
when the little girl said nothing, helga stepped in and introduced her for her.
“ her name is Tanarus” helga said, lovingly stroking the terrified girls head. ivar didn’t think helga had it in her to have two young slaves in her home.
“oh, you brought them back. i see they will make good slaves, i’m sure” ivar mused.
helga glared at the boy and shook her head angrily.
“they are not slaves”. neither of the men had seen little helga so angry.
(y/n) bit back her smile when she seen floki shake his head and roll his eyes, half serious.
“we are adopting them. they are my children” helga said, giving the girls a happy smile.
ivar turned his head towards floki, shocked. he wanted floki to say he was joking, but the look on his face told ivar he was telling the truth.
(y/n) lowered her head, smiling at the look on ivars face.
“ahh. well, let’s see”. ivars hand reached out for (y/n)’s dress skirt. but when the younger girl gasped and jumped away, thinking he was reaching for her, ivar continued.
(y/n) could see the happy look in his eye as he teased the young girl, scaring her to the point that she was screaming and crying out in fear.
helga glared at ivar once more and lead the crying girl away from him.
ivar smirked and pulled his hand back, looking very satisfied with himself. he turned towards the other one, the pretty yet strange creature.
she was slumped down in her seat, shoulders shaking with fear.
ivar felt slightly bad, seeing as he had scared her, too. he went to say something to her.
she moved the hair from her red face, and ivar found out that her shoulders were not shaking with fear, no, but with laughter.
the sight made ivar smile at her. she was laughing so hard tears were now running down her face.
“y-you..s-scared her!” she said, then bursted into more fits of laughter. the sound so pure and angelic.
it made ivar laugh with her.
even though floki, who he himself were choking up with laughter, got up to leave and check on his wife.
(y/n) settled down slightly, still giggling breathlessly. she gave ivar a look that made him feel something he’d never felt before.
“forgive me for laughing” she said, making ivar stare deep into her (e/c) eyes that practically glowed in the sunlight that was streaming from the window behind her.
“it was funny. you have nothing to be sorry for” ivar said, making the girl smile even wider. the way she spoke to him drew him in even more.
“you’re...different from how i thought you’d be” she mused, making ivar look to her startled.
“me?” he asked. she shrugged and fiddled with the bottom of her dress skirts.
“i thought you’d somehow be......more like an asshole” she admitted, making him laugh.
“not going to lie to you, pretty girl, i am” he said making her smile.
for a moment he just looked at her, taking her beauty in. he noticed that when he called her “pretty girl” she blushed a dark scarlet color.
a color ivar now was addicted to seeing.
“do you like it here?, with helga and floki i mean” ivar asked, tilting his head to the side.
(y/n) sighed and looked about the room, her eyes looking over every little nook and corner.
“yes. it’s a lot better than home” (y/n) said, making ivars eyebrows crinkle together.
he opened his mouth to ask more about what she meant, but floki walked into the room then, and sighed whilst pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“(y/n), please go talk to her. she will not listen to me” floki muttered running his hands over his face and bald head.
(y/n) smiled and stood, smoothing out her skirts and gave ivar a small smile, a promising and blissful looking smile.
“i hope to speak to you again soon, ivar” she said, her smooth voice causing ivar to shift where he sat.
the way she said his name made ivar almost sight out and grab her by her ankles.
she walked out of the room, smiling even wider when she was out of ivars sight.
floki didn’t miss the thoughtful smile upon ivars face either.
“i see that look on your face, ivar. what are you thinking in that crippled mind of yours?” floki asked sitting in his chair.
ivar smiled and bit at his bottom lip, stealing a glance at the girl who was behind the door frame.
“i think i made a friend, floki”.
little did both (y/n) and ivar know they’d become a little something more than just ‘friends’.
sorry this sucks lol, i’ll try harder in the next request!
