Author: @ulfrsmal | Artist: @underragingwaves
Title: Down with the Dust | Category: M/M | Rating: Explicit | Word count: 11.5k
Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, consent issues
Summary: Stranded in Constantinople and in dire need of money to return to Norway and claim what was rightfully his, Harald hadn’t thought twice before pitching this idea to Leif – there were few things more delectable than admiring the raw power in his half-naked Greenlander – yet now Harald could see what bubbling rage could do… and started to doubt whether this had been a good idea after all.
You can read the story here on AO3!
Created as part of the Vikings Big Bang '23 event on @vikingsbigbang
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Aaah! I'm so excited to share my creations for The Juniper Tree with you guys! It certainly inspired me to play around a little. Go read this awesome contribution to the @vikingsbigbang by @underragingwaves and dive into this beautiful story she wrote! You can find my art for her story below. (click on the images for better quality)
It’s finally here! My entry for the @vikingsbigbang2022! It’s an idea that’s been running around in my head for a while and I figured that it was perfect to use for this event.
So I fell in love with Pacific Rim from the moment that I saw it and there are certain aspects of the story that made it perfect for an AU. You don’t have to have seen the movie to watch this, because I’d like to think that I explained what’s going on well enough. There might be some terminology that has some people scratching their heads, but feel free to ask me about it! 😊
I was also lucky enough to have both @underragingwaves and @vikingstrash as my artists and they were also kind of like my own private cheer squad whenever I thought that I wouldn’t be able to finish, so thanks for that ❤️
Rating: Mature, but that’s more to be on the safe side. There’s nothing in here that really needs a rating.
Pairing: Hvitserk/Ubbe, Hvitserk & Ivar
Word Count: 15.552
Summary: Hvitserk Lothbrok is one half of a very successful Jaeger team and together with his brother, Ubbe, who he has always shared an unusually deep bond with, they have taken out many Kaiju. But when a seemingly routine check goes wrong and leaves his brother badly injured, he is forced to evaluate how deep this bond actually runs...
Notes: The story kinda kept getting larger in scope as I was writing this, so this is going to be part one of a two-part series.
TODAY the lovely @captainkilly aka @underragingwaves has completed another trip around the sun. True to tradition, here is a birthday gift for my fandom friend of some terrible manips.
Last year I plonked Band of Brothers faces onto fav characters from Black Sails. This past year, I know you've been big into the Vikings fandom, and treating them to awesome fics, beautiful gifs and recolouring each episode one frame at a time, so this year you get VIKINGS.
BUT it wouldn't be Terrible Birthday Manips without a mashup, so here you have some of the crew as WW2 era pilots. Let's face it, if we stuck all these characters on a submarine together, it would implode, so SHIPS IN THE SKY FOR YOU.
Thank you for being a wonderful human and an awesome fandom friend.
I'm late, I'm late, I'm so so so very late. It was @captainkilly /@underragingwaves's birthday earlier this week and I wanted to write something to mark the occasion. Happy birthday, friend. I hope the year ahead is good to you.
One Norman field, Easy Company was finding, was very much the same as another.
The one they'd picked to camp in for the night had little to distinguish it from the rest - a few trees along the border of the now-sunken lane, and a large, strange hillock that somehow seemed out of place, the walls of the field reorienting themselves around it. But it was quiet, when they'd laid down to rest, and for a little while, the war felt far away. No guns were firing. The sky was full of stars.
But when Billie closed her eyes and fell asleep, head pillowed on her elbow, her dreams were loud.
There was noise, so much noise, screaming and shouting and the sound of metal on metal and wood on bone, and she was in the midst of this vast, heaving crowd of people, pushing and shoving this way and that, body heavy with the weight of unfamiliar things, an axe, a shield, soft boots that had a hard time finding purchase on the soft ground.
What sort of war was this?
Because this was war - there was no mistake about that. There was no crack of gunfire here, no artillery recoil shaking the earth - but her hands knew what they were doing, her arm remembered what it was like to raise the shield and let it absorb a blow, shouting and screaming encouragement with the rest. She could smell the mud, the same as she had that day at Carentan, the cool, deep smell of churned earth and rain and broken leaves, the tang of sweat, the coppery scent of blood and broken bones.
The mass of people broke, and her legs remembered how to run.
She was in all of this, somehow, in it but not of it, flickering in and out of this...this person who was here, fighting, shoving and hitting back, giving chase to the men who'd thrown themselves against the army she was standing with.
Someone ran up to grapple with her, the man’s face hidden by his helmet. She raised her arm to parry his blows, axe meeting shield meeting sword meeting axe. Her mouth opened to scream, as if the shouting would give her extra strength, and finally the edge of her weapon sank into the soft flesh of his thigh, and he dropped to his knees.
This woman didn’t give a second thought to slitting his throat.
Blood spurted up, splashed her face, but she didn’t care. Her heart was pounding and the enemy had fled, and they were victorious. Somewhere to her left someone let out a primal yell, as if to chase the remaining soldiers away, and suddenly from all around her others took it up, screaming with pride in a thing well done. We are alive. We are alive, and you are dead.
What place is this? Billie wondered to herself, torn between joy and fear, knowing and unknowing. Where am I now?
Someone spoke - a word? A name? Her name? She turned towards the speaker, and the Billie who wasn't Billie clasped his shoulder before he pulled her close, their foreheads touching, blood mingling with blood, smiling together, breathing together. She felt her heart grow warm, felt her body responding to his touch. This is my love. My lover? Her lover?
And then he looked up, and his eyes caught hers, dark and wild, and she found she recognized his face, different now with long hair, braids, a bloodied face. Wait, I think...I think I know you. But from where?
He only grinned - a grin that somehow she knew so well, that haunted her, vexed her, pleased her, even. And then, just like that, she woke up. The rest of the camp was still mostly asleep, Randleman and Martin next to the fire, poking at embers.
What on earth?
Her heart was still pounding, and it was hard, in the moment, to try and burrow back into her blanket and her elbow and go back to sleep, wondering where else she’d go while she was sleeping.
The morning brought no answers - but Billie couldn’t help but look around the field where they’d been sleeping, trying to pull out landmarks from the dream. Had that been…here? There were the trees - taller and ancient now. And there was that - that hill. But that had not been in the dream.
"Hey, Molly," she asked, shrugging her pack onto her shoulders and pointing. "What did you say that was?"
Molly looked at the small green hill. "A barrow - a Viking burial mound. It's probably someone of importance, to have moved all that dirt to cover it. To show that they were a person of rank, and substance."
"There were Vikings here?"
Molly nodded. "Came to attack Paris in the...eight hundreds or so. A lot of them. Brought their boats straight up the river. I'm sure there's all kinds of sites like this around here, if we looked for them. If we opened it up, we'd probably find… things that were important to them - their weapons, their favorite tools, their festival clothes. The Vikings used to put them up all over. They were doing a dig in England before the war started - a place called Sutton Hoo. There’s a whole series of these things there - barrows, I mean."
"But why? Build it, I mean."
Molly smiled. "Same reason we've got Graves Registration. To show the dead how well they thought of them - in case they came back to this world."
"Like, as a ghost?"
"Sure. Or a dream, maybe.” Billie felt cold. “They believed strongly in dreams – it was how the gods and their ancestors could come and give advice."
Billie paused and ran her hand over the side of the grass, stroking it as one might a dog, wondering, somehow, if it would wake up, reach out to consume her. A dream. And what were you trying to tell me, friend?
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Title: Greedy Gods
Rating: Explicit (Violence)
Category: Gen
Characters: Aslaug, Aslaug's Shieldmaiden (OFC), Grima & Áke (Aslaug's adoptive parents)
A/N: My entry for the @vikingsbigbang Winter 2022 event. I collaborated with my unbelievably talented artists @underragingwaves (some of her work is in this post) and @losermultifandomidiot (art can be found within my fic on AO3 or their blog).
Word count: 4,045
Excerpt:
"I cannot stand his face," Eldrid whispered next to Aslaug, causing the princess to hide her smile behind her cup of buttermilk. "Look at him, he reminds me of a fish and he sure smells like one." This had Aslaug outright laughing, trying to make it sound like a cough and sending her mother an apologetic smile. “What if he comes right out of the sea?”
"Eldrid, by the Gods, you cannot say this, it is rude." Aslaug told her, her stomach revolting when Jarl Cnut looked at her with his milky eyes. Her friend didn't even hide the snort.
"But no less true." Eldrid replied, not caring if the man heard her. "I liked Ragnar, he was nicely built." A smug smile on her features had Aslaug roll her eyes fondly. Of course her friend had spied on him at the river, many would say in retaliation, though she couldn't help but agree. Earl Ragnar was a handsome man and his mind was not simple either. "And not as old." her friend added.
"Eldrid," Aslaug insisted, hoping the shield maid would stop long enough for Jarl Cnut to be gone as quick as he'd come. Her adoptive mother must've sensed the mischief rolling off of Eldrid in waves, because she sent her a warning glance once Jarl Cnut was occupied with ale and food. Aslaug was not even surprised that he ate like a pig.
