Blood coats his face and back; the man never fails to return as a mess to you
And so you work quickly, moving to where he collapses on the cot, dabbing a wet cloth to his face and wherever you can initially reach
He cracks small jokes to you while you work and tries to kiss you, trying to distract himself from the slight pain as you disinfect
You braid back his hair again once you have cleaned it, and he leans into your touch, searching for more affection
And once your work is done, he sits close to the fire, asking for you to join him, wanting you to be close
"Stay... just for a moment. I need this right now."
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
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Summary: After being pushed by Ivar and the rest of his brothers, Hvitserk finally speaks to the girl he'd been admiring for months, but an unwelcome interruption breaks the conversation before he can get more than her name.
Word Count: 1.1k
The great hall was alive with chatter, but Hvitserk didn't may it any mind. His attention was stuck across the room...on her.
"You are staring again, brother," Ubbe commented gruffly, sipping his ale.
Hvitserk grinned, his eyes not leaving her figure. "She's beautiful, isn't she, Ubbe?"
With a grunt, Ubbe returned to his meal and ignored his younger brother. A few minutes later, Ivar and Sigurd joined them, and all it took was an annoyed glance from Ubbe to cue them in on the situation.
"I don't know about you, Hvitserk," Ivar said, following his gaze to the girl. "But I think I will go talk to her."
Hvitserk finally tore his eyes from her, his lip twitching as he glared at his brother. "You will not, Ivar."
"And who will stop me?" he shrugged. "If you do not wish to speak to her, why can't I?"
Sigurd chuckled at Hvitserk's pouting expression but quickly hid it behind his cup of ale when his older brother's scowl turned to him. He knew they were right, of course, but it was easier to stare from a distance and admire...he didn't even know her name.
He was going to learn it tonight, he told himself as he rose from the table with a grunt. Downing the rest of his almost full cup, Hvitserk wiped his mouth and set off across the room.
Noticing the commotion from her throne, Auslaug watched Hvitserk cross the hall before shooting her oldest son a raised brow. Ubbe did nothing but chuckle and shrug back at his mother. If he was being honest, he was just happy Hvitserk was doing something about his crush. It had been months since the girl first arrived in Kattegat. He'd grown tired of Hvitserk's longing expressions and endless comments about the poor girl he was clearly infatuated with. They ribbed him endlessly about talking to her, but he remained in his seat each time, choosing to look instead of speak.
Hvitserk wove through the crowded hall with more confidence than he felt, the warm buzz of ale bolstering his courage. He thanked the gods he wasn't doing this sober because he probably would still be sitting beside Ubbe, watching her from afar. He ignored the knowing glances from his brothers at the table, especially Ivar, who wore a smirk as wide as the fjord before Kattegat.
Her back was to him, her (y/h/c) hair falling over her shoulders as she laughed at something one of the women beside her had said. Hvitserk couldnât help but smile to himself, feeling his nerves flicker in anticipation.
When Hvitserk reached the empty seat beside her, he hesitated briefly before pulling it out and plopping down in it with forced casualness.
âMind if I sit here?â he asked, though it was clear heâd already decided to stay.
She glanced at him, her (y/e/c) eyes flickering with curiosity. âIt would seem youâve already made the decision, Hvitserk.â
Her voice was steady but amused, and the way she said his name...like it wasnât the first time sheâd noticed him...sent a spark of surprise through his chest. Hvitserk leaned back in his chair and quickly glanced over his shoulder at his brothers, trying to mask his excitement with a grin.
âWell, I thought it was about time we spoke,â he said, drumming his fingers lightly on the table. âYouâve been in Kattegat for a while now, yet we havenât been properly introduced.â
She raised a brow, clearly skeptical. âAnd whose fault is that?â
Hvitserk chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "Fair enough. I guess I could've come over sooner, but...better late than never, yes?"
âYou have an interesting way of making first impressions, Ragnarsson,â she replied with a playful glint in her eye. âBut Iâll allow it. Iâm (y/n).â
Hvitserkâs grin widened. â(Y/n),â he repeated, testing her name out, savoring the way it rolled off his tongue. âIt suits you.â
âAnd what exactly have I done to capture the attention of one of the great Ragnar Lothbrokâs sons?â she asked, her head tilted slightly as she studied him.
"You haven't done anything," he said, leaning closer, his grin growing into a cocky smirk. "It's hard to ignore someone who could make even the gods stop and stare."
Heat rushed to (y/n)'s face, and she laughed softly, looking away from his gaze. She knew he was handsome from a distance, but up close...with those eyes and that smirk...she felt herself melting.
She opened her mouth to speak, but a loud voice from behind her beat her to it prompting her name. "Do not let him fool you..."
(Y/n) turned around in her chair to look at the man, but her eyes fell to the ground...or rather who crawled on the ground. "(Y/n)."
Hvitserk groaned audibly, though he didn't look at his brother. "Not now, Ivar."
âOh, donât mind me,â Ivar said, smirking as he shakily used Hvitserk's chair to push himself to his feet. He looked between the two of them with a mischievous grin. âDonât let him fool you. Heâs been staring at you like a lost pup for months.â
Leave it to Ivar to ruin a perfectly good conversation. Hvitserk could've strangled him right there.
âIvar!â Hvitserk snapped, his face flushing as laughter erupted from the nearby tables.
(Y/n) forced herself to regain composure, tilting her head once again as she met his gaze. Her voice came out teasing, though the nervousness beneath was evident. âIs that true, Hvitserk?â
He sighed, leaning his elbows on the table. âI suppose I have been...admiring you. From a distance,â he admitted sheepishly, shooting a pointed glare at Ivar.
âWell, next time, donât wait so long to speak to me,â she replied with a smile, unable to hide a hint of affection now.
Hvitserk blinked for a moment, stunned. âNext time?â
She didn't answer and instead rose to her feet, leaving him sitting there as she walked toward the doors. Before disappearing into the cold night, she sent him one last smile.
Ivar's laughter followed her departure, his grin as sharp as ever "You're hopeless, poor Hvitserk."
Hvitserk watched her go, a slow grin spreading across his face despite himself. âMaybe. But at least she wants there to be a next time.â
"She will see she made a mistake, brother...once she gets to know you."
His eyes cut over to Ivar, who stared back with raised brows. In one movement, Hvitserk slid his chair back and stood, making Ivar lose balance and flop onto the hard floor with a loud thud.
"Oh no," Hvitserk tutted, staring at his wheezing form with a smirk. he didn't even try to hide it. "You must be careful, little brother."
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After enduring a brutal winter alone, you are coldly discarded by the returning Bjorn. But in the silence of his wake, Ubbe steps forward to prove he has always been your true protector.
Where the Shield Breaks, the Heart Bleeds
Despite Ubbeâs desperate pleas to keep you safe from the vanguard, you refuse to be left behind to tend the hearth. But when the Saxon line surges and the Norns snap the thread, Ubbe transforms from a warrior into a force of nature to save the woman who holds his soul.
Where the Iron Claims, the Oak Keeps (18+)
For many moons, you have been the blade trapped between the hammer and the anvilâtorn between Bjorn and Ubbe. Tonight, the sons of Ragnar do not fight for youâthey share the altar.
Flesh and Blood
Watching Ubbe play in the dirt with Bjorn's children brings out a sudden, fierce confession: you want to give him a house full of his own.
Soft Hands
You refuse to be a helpless thrall when the war comes to Kattegat, but learning to hold a blade is harder than it looks. Fortunately, Ubbeâs private lesson in the mud quickly turns from deadly serious to dangerously playful.
The Winter Fortress
When the first bitter frost of winter bites into Kattegat, you build a fortress of heavy furs to escape the chill. Fortunately, Ubbe is more than happy to act as your personal hearth.
Forsworn
On the anniversary of Ragnar Lothbrok's death, his sons are too busy chasing his legend to remember his soul. Left waiting in the freezing rain at his empty burial cairn, you realize that in your brothers' relentless march to conquer the world, they have completely forgotten you.
Without My Shadow
When a deadly sickness sweeps through Kattegat, you trade your sword for the grueling, suffocating work of a healer. But when the fever finally claims you, pushing you to the brink of collapse, your brothers must step in to protect the fierce shieldmaiden who usually protects them.
Series
When the Silk Rots, the Iron Binds
Torn
As the last surviving noblewoman in the slave pens, you try to remain invisible to the sons of Ragnar. But when Ivarâs cruelty finds you in the Great Hall, you realize your Christian God cannot help you here. Only the brother with the storm in his eyes can.
Woven
Freedom feels like a heavy pouch of silver, but true liberation happens behind a locked door. When you return from the market to find Ubbe in the bath, the lines between master and servant dissolve in the steam. He doesn't just wash you; he renames you.
Tempered
As the frost threatens to freeze you in your own bed, Ubbe makes a sacrifice that changes everything. In the darkness of the longhouse, the line between protector and lover begins to blur.
Forged
You are tired of being the soft thing in a hard world. Violence is the language of the North, and if you are to survive his world, you must let it break you down so it can build you back up.
Where the Land Starves, the Wolf Feeds
Famine
Kjetill Flatnose returns to a starving colony with a "savior" in tow: Ubbe Ragnarsson. But Ubbe isn't there to be a king. When he refuses the Jarl's comforts and a lack of shelter forces him into your small hut, you realize the only thing more dangerous than the freezing cold is the heat rising between you in the dark.
Feast (1.5) (18+)
The excuse was survival. The plan was to share body heat to keep the frost away. But with Ubbe pressed against your back and the storm screaming outside, the cold is quickly forgotten. He promised to keep you safe, but he didn't promise to be gentle.
Tithe
You and Ubbe refuse to build a second bed, choosing the heat of the night over propriety. But when Kjetill demands the starving settlers weigh their rations like gold, you burn the old laws to forge a new one: from now on, the hungry eat first, and the greedy eat last.
Heir
The peace of the night is shattered by an axe through the door. Kjetill Flatnose makes his move to claim the settlement, but he makes a fatal error: he attacks two of the best warriors who knows that the only way to protect a life is to take one.
Harvest
The assassination has failed, and Ubbe demands the ancient law. Down on the black sand, a madman and a son of Ragnar clash for the soul of the settlementâand as the winter finally breaks, a King and Queen rise to claim their bleeding kingdom.
The Sun, the Sea and the Shore
Salt and Snow
Left behind to rule a freezing Kattegat, you find yourself drowning in the dark winter months. But while the sun is gone, the tide remains. As you turn to Ubbe for survival, you realize that the man you looked to for an anchor has become the only thing
keeping you warm.
Blood and Gold
The ice breaks and Bjorn returns, bringing the fire back to Kattegat. But when Bjorn corners his brother, you expect a battle for your heart, not a negotiation that will rewrite the fate of your family forever.
Breath and Bone
Ubbe finally answers the call of the Golden Land, leaving you in the fierce, devoted protection of the King of Kattegat. As a harsh winter storm rages outside your longhouse, a new legacy is born into the world.
A Kingdom of Two
The Edge of Mercy
You are ordered to be the shadow that keeps the son of Aslaug in chains, watching his every move. But as the blood and mud of Kattegat begin to strip away your loyalties, you realize the enemy you were sworn to hate is the only man who truly sees you.
The Burden We Share
Hidden away in a Saxon cage, your stolen moments with Ubbe are your only solace in a world turned to ash. But when the price of safe harbor demands the sacrifice of your Viking souls, you must face the unbearable wrath of the Bear to protect your kingdom of two.
Bjorn Ironside
One shots
Where the Iron Claims, the Oak Keeps (18+)
For many moons, you have been the blade trapped between the hammer and the anvilâtorn between Bjorn and Ubbe. Tonight, the sons of Ragnar do not fight for youâthey share the altar.
The Starving Bear
Bjorn Ironside is used to women melting at his feet. But when you refuse to be just another warm body for Ragnar's son, Bjorn must drop the legend of the Ironside and prove he is just a man.
The Edge of the World
When Bjorn refuses to let you join his voyage to the Mediterranean, the argument quickly turns into a physical brawl in the center of your home. But crossing swords with you is the quickest way for the Bjorn Ironside to remember exactly why he needs you on his ship.
The Fire of Freyja
You are a woman of the fields, and Bjorn is a god of war. When the Ironside finally returns from the sea, washing the blood and salt from his skin in the quiet of your cabin turns into a desperate, passionate need to remind him what he came home for.
Far From the Kingdom
When the suffocating weight of Kattegatâs throne and the whispers of greedy Jarls become too much for the Bear to carry, Bjorn decides it is time to leave the silver behindâand he isn't asking for your permission to take you with him.
Forsworn
On the anniversary of Ragnar Lothbrok's death, his sons are too busy chasing his legend to remember his soul. Left waiting in the freezing rain at his empty burial cairn, you realize that in your brothers' relentless march to conquer the world, they have completely forgotten you.
Without My Shadow
When a deadly sickness sweeps through Kattegat, you trade your sword for the grueling, suffocating work of a healer. But when the fever finally claims you, pushing you to the brink of collapse, your brothers must step in to protect the fierce shieldmaiden who usually protects them.
Series
The Sun, the Sea and the Shore
Salt and Snow
Left behind to rule a freezing Kattegat, you find yourself drowning in the dark winter months. But while the sun is gone, the tide remains. As you turn to Ubbe for survival, myou realize that the man you looked to for an anchor has become the only thing keeping you warm.
Blood and Gold
The ice breaks and Bjorn returns, bringing the fire back to Kattegat. But when Bjorn corners his brother, you expect a battle for your heart, not a negotiation that will rewrite the fate of your family forever.
Breath and Bone
Ubbe finally answers the call of the Golden Land, leaving you in the fierce, devoted protection of the King of Kattegat. As a harsh winter storm rages outside your longhouse, a new legacy is born into the world.
Thread and steel
Ubbe returns from the edge of the world to meet his son. Fifteen winters later, the boy with the eyes of the old King puts on his first armor. You are the Queen of a beautiful, deafening madnessâknowing that the sea gives, the sea takes, and the Ironside legacy demands blood.
Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...soon...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn
Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies
Word count: 1511
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Slowly but surely, you were settling into this new Viking lifestyle. That doesnât mean it didnât have its draw backs.
âThere just innards!â Sigurd half yelled as you tried not to puke.
âI donât care its gross!â
âIts food!â
âNot yet it ainât!â you gagged, remembering how he tried to make you disassemble the deer. Youâd went back home a shuddering mess and luckily Bjorn said heâd do it for you. But Sigurd wasnât letting it go, âWhatâs the big deal anyway? itâs done now,â
âBecause you get the princess treatment,â he rolled his eyes as he continued to cut up his onions.
You rolled your eyes and tried your best to focus on the carrots. Then you heard a sniffle, âDude, are you crying?â
âNo!â he spat, âItâs the onions,â
âItâs only because youâre crushing them, here- âyou tried to help him, but he snatched the knife back, âIâm just trying to help,â
Sigurd rolled his eyes, continuing to cut the onions through his tears, âWell youâre helping wrong,â
Thatâs it. you gave it. you dumped the carrots youâd just cut into the stew and stormed away, ignoring his protests.
As you made your way to the market you breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted Ivar and Hvitserk at a stall. They smiled as you approached but you just groaned, âIs he always such a control freak?â They glanced at each other before nodding in unison, âNext time give me a heads up,â
âYou never listen when we do,â Hvitserk teased.
âThatâs cause you give terrible advice,â you hummed sweetly, âYou boys having a shopping spree?â
You had all came to a mutual understanding that you would no longer be explaining every little modern phrase or idiom since you wanted to keep your sanity intact. Now they just guessed and hoped for the best.
âI think?â Hvitserk said, âI need leather to make a new bag and Ivar just likes looking at shiny things,â he said as he nudged his younger brother.
You just smiled, confused by the slight blush on his cheeks and Hvitserkâs sniggers. Clearly you hadnât noticed Ivar checking you out. âMind if I tag along?â
Walking around the markets of Kattegat was both chaotic and oddly relaxing. You probably would be nervous if you werenât flanked by at least two sons of Ragnar at all times. You were stood admiring a jewellery stall while Ivar argued with the stall owner over a price of a carved dagger head. Hvitserk in his true fashion was chatting up the stall ownerâs daughter.
âWhich one do you like?â
âJesus!â you span around, pushing Ubbe back, âdonât sneak up on me,â
The older brother laughed as you let out a sigh and turned back to the stall, âSorry, sorry. You make it too easy though,â he held his hands up in mock defence as he peered over your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes before picking up one of the bracelets. It looked like silver, iron maybe, you werenât a hundred percent sure on what was used these days, but it was beautiful. An open bangle with a Viking cross on its face, Celtic banding going along the sides. âThis is cute though,â
As you looked up you saw Ubbe nodding to the guy before they began to barter, âYou really donât have to- âUbbe didnât even respond as the men continued to haggle. You stood, unable to intersect, until eventually Ubbe handed the man some coins, âYou didnât need to buy it- â
âI wanted to,â he said, taking it gently from your hands and placing it on your wrist. You coughed a little, trying to force the butterflies out your stomach but when Ubbe looked up at you with a little smile you had to look away.
âThank you,â you muttered.
-
Later that evening you were all sat around the fire after polishing off the stew Sigurd had made. âThat was one good deer,â Hvitserk said as he laid back, resting his head in his hands as he faced the sky.
âWouldâve been nicer if I had some help to cook,â Sigurd grumbled.
Eyebrows raised at his comment but despite how petty you wanted to be you decided to ignore him. When Bjorn looked at you, eyebrow raised, you mouthed âtell you laterâ and stood up. âAnyone else want more wine?â
All cups went into the air. You laughed as you grabbed the jug, topping off all the cups. Of course you started with Sigurd, not before asking, âMore wine?â with a sweet smile. To which he grumbled a quiet yes. You rolled your eyes before turning to the rest of the boys.
You were honestly surprised Bjorn actually joined you all for stew. Ragnar had joined you all but skipped out on the post dinner drinks to go annoy Floki about some boat while Aslaug disappeared into her own world.
Not wanting to disturb her you all decided to start a bonfire a short walk away while you all relaxed. âThanks,â Bjorn muttered as you finished filling his cup. He raised an eyebrow when you sat down between him and Hvitserkâs star gazing but didnât protest. âNew bracelet?â
Instinctively your hand went to your wrist, holding the bracelet lightly, âUbbe got me it,â
Ubbe nodded silently while Ivarâs eyes went wide before trying to appear calm, âWhen?â he asked.
âWhen you were threatening to demonstrate all the things you could do with a dagger to the owner of the stall,â you smirked. Ivar rolled his eyes, but it was Hvitserk laugh that caught your attention. âWhat?â
âOh, nothing you sweet summer child,â he teased. As Sigurd snorted at his joke you decided to be mature. So naturally you hit Hvitserk. âHey!â he whined, rubbing where you smacked his shoulder.
âAre all Vikings horn dogs or is it just him?â
âIâd ask what that means,â Ubbe laughed, âbut I can take a guess,â
âHey, I just like a little fun,â Hvitserk protested with a laugh, but you just rolled your eyes.
Before this conversation could get any worse for you, you decided to change it, âSo what Viking training do I get tomorrow?â
âWe have to do training tomorrow,â Ubbe said, before giving his brothers a pointed look, âand no getting out of it this time,â he said only to get waved off. You saw a slight smirk on Bjornâs face as he watched how his younger brothers interacted. It must be quite odd for him, you thought, being so much older yet still only being a brother.
âI guess I have been a bit of a distraction,â you laughed before laying down next to Hvitserk to look at the stars.
You didnât need to look up to know Sigurd was nodding his head. âA welcome one though,â Hvitserk teased, his head rolling over to smirk at you. You just hummed at him, before turning your attention back to the stars.
âI suppose I shall entertain myself,â you sighed and before anyone could protest you decided to add, âand if anyone ruins my long lay in, I shall use the skills you all taught me to stab you,â
âYou become more like us every day,â Ubbe laughed. The chatter continued but you found your attention being lost more and more as you gazed into the sky.
You couldnât help but let your mind wander. Did your family miss you? Were they looking for you right now? How much time had even past back home? Itâs only been a week here, yet it felt like a lifetime. Did they even know you were gone?
âYou, okay?â Hvitserkâs hushed voice snapped you out of it though not loud enough to distract the others from their conversations.
You turned your head to him and thatâs when you felt the wetness on the side of your face. Quickly you whipped the tears away, âYeah sorry. Was just thinking,â
âItâs alright,â he said, a soft smile on his face, âWhat about?â
You debated saying nothing, but his sweet smile made you, âHome,â
âIâm sorry,â
âItâs not your fault,â you said, turning your head back to the sky.
âCan I admit something rather selfish?â he asked and when you glance over you also noticed his eyes were back on the stars.
âAlways,â
Finally, he met your eyes again, âIâm glad youâre here. Even if it meansâŚyou know,â
You smiled lightly, âIâm glad to be here, in a weird, twisted way. I just hope someday I get to go back. I miss it,â
âWhat was it like?â he asked.
Your eyes went back to the stars as you began to retell your tales. Stories you once thought were insignificant meant so much. Hvitserk listened to it all. After what felt like an hour of talking you finally let him get a word in edge wise, not that he was complaining, âI hope I get to come with you, even for a little while. You can show me your world,â
âId like that,â you smiled before you both just lingered in the comfortable silence.
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Author's Note: Hello folks! I've been away for too long and I'm so very sorry about this fact. This is my official comeback with this little fic that I found in my drafts. The question is though, is our fandom still alive and active?
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Pairing: Ubbe x Reader.
Genre: Mini!au, smut, romance.
Summary: One more morning with Ubbe.
Warnings: Smut.
Strong hands pressed your body forcefully on the mattress. Hot â burning â lips were devouring the flesh of your neck. Hungry eyes were running up and down your body revealing that he had only dirty thoughts about you at that very moment.
You were trying to resist in his dangerous charm and his deadly touch, but your body was out of your control. It gave you away each time, because it was reacting to him â to his teasing touch â in all the ways you didn't want. Your hands tried to push him away by his muscular chest, but to no avail. The man was much stronger than you to make him stop by force.
"We should stop..." You suggested and made one more effort to stop him from going any further. However, your effort was dismissed as your previous one.
The prince's left palm forced your hands on the furs by your wrists and kept you still under him. The free hand of his was drawing imaginary paths on your torso. His touch was so soft that it almost felt innocent, but it was anything but it. Instead the right adjective to perfectly describe it was inviting. It was tempting you to give in to his insatiable desires.
"Ubbe." You said his name in an desperate way to distract him from going forward. However, it was pointless to try resisting him. It had already been a difficult task for you because you desired him almost as much as he did. But Ubbe made it even worse for you.
He had always been like this in a way that felt like he was trying so hard to blow your cover and let your spicy secret escape from the prying halls who kept it sealed.
His hand was getting closer to your thighs and as it was approaching, his movements were slower, but impatient â matching his temper. That stubbornness of his was able to get you in serious trouble, but the man didn't seem to care much about it. Unlike you who minded deeply about this whole situation.
"No." You told him and it was a warning for him not to continue on touching you. Ubbe was dangerously close to restart the actions of the previous night, when the first rays of the sun were making their appearance. A sign that you should have been far gone by now. You should have sneaked in your own room, under your own furs, pretending that you were sleeping all night instead of laying on the prince's bed.
The prince caressed your inner thighs and touched slightly your centre, in return you gasped trying to keep your breath steady and your voice stern. Before you could even try to voice your next protestation, two of his own skilled fingers found their way in your entrance and this time you weren't able to keep yourself from groaning.
"My prince, please not again." Your voice was breathy. The prince smiled when he heard you and placed a sloppy kiss on your bare chest.
In the meanwhile, your hands wrapped around his wrist and with some effort you placed his hand on your stomach and your own hands on his messy hair.
"You can take one more." Ubbe insisted and you tried to make him look at you, by moving your palms on his cheeks. When his darkened blue eyes met your face you could say that your face reddened.
You swallowed nervously as you were gathering your thoughts along with words, though this wasn't easy because he had inserted two of his fingers inside of you and he didn't move them at all. So you were trying not to move, as not to worsen your situation.
"Maybe, but we don't have any time left. Its almost dawn." You reasoned and he placed a finger above your lips preventing you from saying anything else.
His lips closed the distance between the two of you. Firstly, they just touched yours and caressed them in the most teasing way you had even felt. Afterwards, he kissed you passionately â hungrily. It felt like both of your lives were depending on this kiss.
That was the moment when his fingers started moving in the fast and hard pace of his that you were used to by now. Though each time with him it felt like a total different experience.
You moaned within the kiss and the prince bit your lip driving all of your senses on their peak.
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 didnât take him for granted. The only person who didnât 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 Kattegatâs 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 wouldnât love him back, considering he was known as Kattegatâs loon.
He didnât 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 couldnât help but shower you in gifts.
Heâd 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.
Heâd get sidetracked by daydreaming about you, when he was meant to be building boats for Ragnar.
Heâd 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.
âAccidentallyâ 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.
Heâd walk you home after feasts or hang out sessions, claiming he was being a âgood gentlemanâ but it was really an excuse to be around you longer.
He would get pouty when you were busy and couldnât 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 wouldnât 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 Flokiâs liking.
So what did he do? He pretended to fall out of the boat he was building just to get your attention back.
Heâd 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.
Heâd sneak little rune stones for good luck and protection in your pockets when you werenât 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 couldnât help but get lost in his jumbled and nonsensical thoughts.
âPretty like the Goddess Freya.â Heâd mumble out loud by accident.
Once the words slipped his lips heâd clamp his hand over his mouth with wide eyes (which made him look rather comical) and let out one of his nervous giggles.
Heâd immediately begin apologising and rambling trying to back-track.
Heâd work himself into a frenzy while you sat there holding back a grin.
You knew he wouldnât shut up unless you shut him up.
Youâd gently lean over and press your lips against his.
Heâd immediately tense up with even wider eyes as you kissed him.
He could not believe what was happening.
âOdinâŚshe is kissing ME? Is this a trick?â Floki would think, on the verge of hyperventilating.
But when it registered, heâd melt into the kiss, pulling you closer - and he couldnât help but let a few of his signature crazed giggles slip as he kissed your soft lips.
His touch was so gentle and tenderâŚlike 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 lifeâŚFlokiâs racing, frantic mind would be at peace.
For the first time in his life, Floki was truly happy.
