#viking!steve

His steady, confident footsteps echoed around the sturdy, wooden house as he approached your bedroom. You were sitting by the fireplace, sewing, when he walked into the room. You took in his large frame and your heart fluttered at the sight of the work of art that was your husband, Chief of the village. 

His long blond hair was tied into a low ponytail, little braids here and there - all done by you. Whenever you’d braid his hair, he refused to undo it. His thick beard made him look wise like the leader he was. His leather, furs and weapons made him no less than a true warrior, or a god of war. A fading scar on his face, down his cheek - always reminding everyone of his courage and bravery on the battlefields. Overall, he was as rough and tumble as Vikings were. Only he had the pretty face and the pretty blue eyes of an angel. 

“Hello husband.” You smiled up at him as he took off his layers of clothing until he was left with just his pants and tunic. 

He walked over to you and lowered his body down on the large, soft white fur you were sitting on by the fire. He reached out and grabbed your face gently and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with passion. When he pulled away he finally said, “Hello wife.” 

You smiled just looking at his pretty face. The golden light from the fire made him look like something an artist would want to immortalize in a painting. Pure, manly beauty. “How was the meeting?” You asked as Steve lay back on the white fur so his head was in your lap. There was a storm coming, so there was a lot of work to be done, and naturally your husband had a lot more responsibilities to shoulder given an entire village relied on him. 

He sighed in content as you put aside the soft material you were sewing and rang your fingers gently over his face and scalp. He visibly relaxed under your touch. “It went fine.” He then filled you in on the things they all talked about. “We will solidify the stables tomorrow and gather all the cattle. We have enough ration to last this storm. Our farms and crops are doing well, we might not even have to go on any raids for a long while. We might possibly make it comfortably all throughout the coming winter even.” 

You smiled a little bigger. “That’s good news!” 

He looked up at you and smiled as well, “I might have to go on a few more hunts though.” He said as he lazily ran his fingers over the soft, pristine white fur you both lounged on. “Because my wife likes the furs I bring her.” 

“She does.” You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, remembering how he obsessively hunted for the one, large white wolf after you briefly mentioned how much you’d love to have some white furs to keep you warm and to throw in front of the fireplace in the bedroom. 

Steve fell quiet after that, his eyes closed but the faint smile on his face was the only indication that he wasn’t asleep yet. You undid his ponytail and lazily massaged his scalp. “What are you thinking about?” You asked, softly undoing his messy braids so you could do it again neatly. The warmth from the fire heated the fur, and consequently the two of you as well. You could hear the faint thunder and you knew the storm was rolling in. It was weirdly comforting. And if you could spend forever right here, you would. 

Steve’s smile widened, “Do you remember the time we stole a rowing boat from your father and tried to run away? We thought we would find an island and live out the rest of our lives there.” He chuckled at the memory of your childhood. 

You let out a little laugh at that memory too. You and Steve knew each other since birth, and before you two could walk properly, you were the best of friends and your parents just knew that you two would end up marrying. 

“Then our mothers caught us and we weren’t allowed to play together for a week!” You remembered how much you cried at the punishment. You were just ten years old and even then you knew you couldn’t survive with seeing Steve daily. 

Steve laughed, “Worst week of my life.” 

You added on to the memory, “And do you remember how you snuck out and came to meet me each night of that week? You’d climb up my bedroom window and tell me about your day.” 

You remembered it like it was yesterday. A lanky little, ten year old Steve would sneak out of his home each night, walk all the way to your house and he’d throw rocks at your window until you opened up. Then he’d tell you how much he missed running in the fields with you, or how boring fishing was without you. 

Your husband laughed. “The things I did for love.” He sighed dramatically, making you giggle. Then he remembered something else, “Do you remember the night of your fifteenth birthday? When we both snuck out to go to the lake?” 

You gasped at the memory, you had almost forgotten about that. “Yes, and you made me a necklace out of a pebble!” Your hand reached beneath the neckline of your dress as you pulled out the necklace which you still wore everyday despite all the gold Steve showered you with now. All the rubies, and diamonds and gold didn’t match up to this pebble from the lakeside. It was your favorite thing in the world. 

Steve laughed, looking up at you as he reached out to gently touch the dark stone. “Well, it was all I could afford as a fifteen year old boy.” 

You smiled, bringing the pebble up to your lips and kissing in, “It’s priceless.” Then you remembered something you never asked him, “When did you know you wanted to marry me?” 

Steve let out a laugh, nestling his head better in your lap, “I guess I always knew. You’re my best friend, and I loved you since day one. I remember one time I realized that I don’t know what my life is like without you and I wanted to keep it that way.” His pretty blue eyes looked up at you, “Besides, if anyone tried to take you from me, I’d behead them in front of the entire village.” He said casually. 

You laughed, caressing his cheeks, “Always so violent.” You murmured, tracing his soft lips with the tips of your fingers. 

Steve shrugged with an arrogant smirk on his face which you loved too much, he said, “You love that about me.” He stated. 

You smiled, looking down at your strong, dominant man. “I do.” 

A few moments later he turned his head to the side to look at the soft material beside the furs, something you had been sewing when he walked in. Your heart skipped a beat when he carefully picked it up, making sure the needle was well tucked in. 

“What are you making?” He asked, casually holding the material up above his face, examining it with a slight frown on his face. 

You bit back a smile as you answered, “Oh, a blanket.” 

He frowned deeper as he scrutinized the fabric. “But it’s so small.” He commented, and his confusion was almost comical. 

You decided to just confess. “It’s not for us, it’s for our baby.” 

Steve froze. 

A few seconds later, he got up onto his knees in front of you. You watched him with a soft smile. He carefully placed the small blanket down and looked at you with hopeful eyes, “Are you… are we- we are?” 

You giggled at his speechlessness. “I’m pregnant. We’re gonna have a baby by the end of winter.” 

He was still for a moment, not moving a muscle. Almost like he was made of stone. But then within the next second, he was on to you. Carefully but urgently pushing you down on the white furs as he showered your face with kisses while you laughed and giggled under him. 

He must’ve whispered a countless number of ‘thank yous’ as he kissed your skin. “You’ve given me the greatest gift ever.” He murmured before pulling away to look down at you. His face flushed and golden thanks to the fire which was a few feet away from you. 

He looked nothing short of an ethereal being, and yet he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the entire world. 

“As have you.” You whispered, reaching up to push his hair out of the way. 

Steve moved to sit back on his heels, keeping your thighs trapped under him as he took his time and admired you for a while. The golden light from the fire you had going on made you glow even more than usual, and Steve was enchanted. 

He couldn’t help but let his stare linger around your belly and abdomen, which would soon be swollen with his child safe inside you. He placed his palm down on your belly, smiling to himself. He’d always wanted children, and he knew you did as well and this was just too perfect. So perfect it felt like a dream. And if it was, he never wanted to wake up. 

After a while of processing it all, he leaned over you again, his fingers carefully undoing the laces of your nightdress. Starting at your neckline, and down your breasts, then down your torso. His lips followed the path of his fingers down your body; he kissed down your neck, in between your breasts and down your torso. 

Soon, your dress was tossed aside and Steve kissed his way down your body, until he knelt in between your legs. He placed his rough hands on either one of your knees and parted your legs, settling in between them like he belonged there. He inched his face closer to your dripping core. “You made me the happiest man on this land today.” He mumbled and brushed his soft lips along your inner thighs, making you moan quietly under your breath.

As he spoke, you could feel his warm breath hit your wet skin, which only made you squirm even more under him. He kissed his way up to your stomach again, where your bump would start showing soon, and held your stare as he peppered your skin with kisses. “You will be a great mother to our child.” He murmured, kissing his way down to your core yet again. 

You moaned quietly when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your clit. You felt your heart flutter and a warmth washed over you immediately. In the background, you could still hear the storm rolling in slowly, but that was the least of your concern right now as your husband was licking in between your legs. 

Your hand immediately flew to his blond hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit and he earned another moan out of you. You felt even warmer and tingly as his mouth moved against you, and it wasn’t just because of the fire. 

He would alternate between kissing your inner thighs until you begged him to make you come and back to where you needed him the most. Your skin was warm, and your taste was addicting and he never wanted to stop. 

Your legs trembled as you felt his tongue against you, and he locked his arms around your thighs and pushed your core further into his mouth, making you cry out of pleasure. You were moaning and whimpering and begging him in no time. 

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone, gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him, making you gasp and moan. You felt tingly as the warmth washed over you, your heart racing as you felt him kissing his way up your body, leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, especially over your belly, until he reached your mouth again. 

When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his blue ones. “You’re my everything.” He whispered, looking deep into your eyes, body hovering above yours. He then leaned in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck.

“You’re my everything too.” You whispered, sliding your hands into his hair. 

He pulled away from your skin and looked into your eyes again. “I love you.” he said again. “More than life itself.” 

You smiled. “And I you.”

He leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed your skin, from your mouth to your neck as he lowered his pants and carefully slid into you. Your walls welcomed him perfectly and he moaned under his breath as he filled you up entirely. You noticed he was a little more careful and gentle than normal. 

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the furs just a little as you felt his thick cock filling you up, snug inside you. Steve laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head as he sped up just a little into you. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly.

“You’ve made me the luckiest man in the world, sweetheart,” He whispered, his movements were gentle, passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was familiar and comforting. “Not only do I get to have you as my wife but also as the mother of my child,” He boasted. 

And his grip around your hand tightened each time you’d moan his name. He stopped at some point and let go of your hands and lifted his upper body off yours momentarily. He kept his cock buried deep in you while he leaned in and took one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. 

You lowered your eyes to look at where his mouth latched on to your body, and it was enough to make you even wetter. His mouth left your breast and he reached out to gently massage both of them with his hands as he leaned in to kiss your lips again. “You’re mine.” he whispered against your lips, and leaned in to kiss you deeply as he started moving his hips again, rocking in and out of you again, “And now everyone will know once you’re all swollen with my child.” He growled, fucking slow but deeper into you. 

You gasped, “Steve…” You felt all of him, every inch of his cock against your walls as he deliberately stroked your walls as slowly as he could just to make you whine and whimper in pleasure. You moaned as you looked into his eyes. His stare was intense, but loving. His lips were parted as he looked down at you like you were as important as the air he breathed.

He stared into your hooded eyes, fucking into you over and over again as your moans got louder and louder each time, filling his home with the sounds of your pleasure - just how he liked it. “Maybe I’ll keep you swollen with my children always, huh wife?” He teased, you felt his cock hit all the right spots each time he moved against you, and his lips parted and he groaned the moment your walls started clenching around him.

You moaned at his words as he spoke, “Maybe I’ll always fill you up with my cum,” He whispered, and you whimpered. He chuckled, “You like the sound of that, don’t you sweetheart? You like the idea of always being filled with me inside of you, be it my cum or my heirs.” His brows furrowed as he tried so hard to hold back and make you cum before he did, but it was hard. 

You felt the pressure building in between your hips. Steve noticed how your walls squeezed around him and he smirked as his hands reached down and grabbed your hips gently and kept you in place as he sped up into you, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. “Come for me, wife. Come all over my cock.” 

He held you as close to him as he could, pushing his face into you and nuzzling your neck as he made you cum around him. You came around his cock with a loud moan, grinding against him hungrily while he moaned against your lips as he came right after you - filling you up like he promised. 

You felt his beard tickle your skin as he kissed your face repeatedly before pulling you into his arms as he cuddled you by the fire, on the white furs he’d hunted just for you. You sighed in his arms and instinctively snuggled up to his side, and he held you close. You thought of the baby growing inside you, and how much it would grow to love Steve as much as you do. 

After a while, Steve said, “I hope it’s a girl.” 

You smiled so big at the thought of having a daughter. Then you chuckled and said, “She sure won’t be having any young boys sneaking out to come and meet her in the middle of the night.” 

Steve growled possessively, pulling you closer as he muttered, “I’ll behead whoever looks at her.” 

You gasped, “Steve!” And when you pulled away to look at him, he had a smile on his face. He was protective of his own, but it all came from a good place. “You’re going to be a great father.” 

Steve walked through the village. His official ceremony on becoming chief was days away as was his 18th birthday and his placement day. With all this coming about the council was pressuring Steve to find a mate.

           Many of the girls in the village had been placed years ago. Steve wanted to be with Peggy, but she had been set up as an Alpha and he knew it would probably not work out if he became an Alpha as well. Steve sighed as he continues his walk, leading himself into the woods.

           As Steve continued his walks, his mind full of everything going on, when he heard the voice of an angel. Steve started following it til he came across you.

           Steve watched you as you did what could be clothes. You were an orphan and Steve was warned about what would happen if he picked you as his mate. But now, Steve felt something inside him change. When you showed signs of getting ready to leave, Steve bolted back to the village.

           That night Steve was restless as he slept, his body changing to fit his new status.

           When Steve awoke the next morning, his body felt like it had gone through a hundred battles at once. He slowly got up and swung his legs over his bed, his feet fully touching the ground. Steve looked over himself and gasped slightly. He was no longer scrawny but muscular and it seemed he grew a foot more overnight. As Steve admired his new body, Bucky walked in.

           “Oh wow, smells like your placement came early, Alpha.” Steve looked over at his friend.

           “I guess I’ll need new clothes.”

           “Already ahead of you.”

           As Steve walked through the village he could feel every eye on him. But the only eyes he cared for were yours. Steve never realized how intoxicating your scent was until he was a few feet away.

           “Y/N.”

           “Steven.” You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling self-conscious in front of the boy you used to play with. But now he was an alpha and you were an unclaimed omega.

           “I would like to marry you, Y/N. If you would allow me.”

           “Steven, you will be chief in a few days, you should…”

           “I only want you, Y/N.” You looked at him. You knew what the village thought of you, but every part of you craved Steve’s touch, even if it would be months before your marriage.

           “Yes, then my answer is yes.” Steve smiled at your response and picked you up before spinning you around.

           A week after Steve’s chief ceremony, he and his men were sent into battle, where Steve experienced his first rut. The men found Steve an unclaimed to have even against his and Bucky’s wishes, but once the smell hit him Steve had no control. Once the week had passed and Steve came down from his rut all he felt was guilt for what he did and anger towards his men. When the men returned you could tell something happened and after hearing the men speak, you knew exactly what it was. For the next month you ignored and avoided Steve. For the whole week of your heat, your body wanted Steve, but your heart still felt too much pain.

           Once your heat passed, you left your hut and headed for the private lake you had found long ago. Once there, you stripped out of your clothes and sank into the water. You sighed as the cool water washed your stress away.

           “Y/N?” You jumped slightly and looked over to find Steve staring at you. “Please Y/N just listen to me?” You looked down and sighed nodding your head. “I didn’t want to do it, I even told the men not to worry about it but… I’m sorry Y/N, I truly am.” You bit your lip and looked over Steve.

           “Come join me.” Steve looked at you before getting out of his clothes. You moved to the middle of the lake when Steve started to enter. Once Steve got to you, he snaked his arms around your waist. “I’m hurt Steve, but I also understand. Just don’t let it happen again.” Steve nodded and pulled you flush against him.

           “I promise.” You laid your forehead against his and closed your eyes listening to the forest around you.

           Your wedding had come and gone off without a hitch. Most of the older clan members still judged you. For with no knowledge of your family could they know if you could produce an heir. Steve didn’t care though, he had hope in the gods.

           The morning after your wedding, you slept quietly under the furs gifted to you and Steve. Steve sat watching you and smiled whenever you made a little noise. It was late spring, and Steve would hopefully not have to leave you for many months for the hunting season. Steve was awake because his fears had returned. After the death of both his parents, Steve held a fear of losing everyone close to him. Now with you he feared it would happen again.

           “Steve?” Steve looked over to find you waking up. “Come back to bed babe.” Steve got up and climbed back into bed with you. “What is it?”

           “Nothing my love, just nightmares.” You looked up at him with concern in your eyes. “Its nothing Y/N.” You gently strokes his cheek than pecked his lips pressing against him slightly.

           “When you are ready, you can tell me anything.” Steve brought your hand to his lips and kissed it lightly.

           “I know, and I will  someday. But now I think I want to ravish my bride some more.” You giggled as Steve moved to hover over you, his arousal pressed against your thigh.

           At the year mark of your marriage you were proud to tell the clan of your pregnancy. Although soon after the men had to leave for battle. The last thing Steve wanted was to leave you.

           “I will be fine Steven. The Shield Maidens will allow no harm to come to me or our pups.” You and Steve looked at your growing belly.

           “Still though.” Steve looked at you.

           “Steven, I know your instincts are telling you to stay but what example will that set for your men.” Steve knew you were right, but it didn’t change the facts.

           “We will return before you know it.” Steve kissed you deeply before joining his men. You and the others stood and watched.

           It was months before the men had returned and when they did, Steve and his men were battered and bruised with a handful of men lost.

           “We will need to move along, its not longer safe in these lands.” Steve spoke to his people. They had won but the enemy would return and so the clan quickly got to packing up what they needed while Steve went to prepare your stuff. When Steve found you, you were huddled in your nest, arms wrapped around your swollen belly sound asleep. Steve kneeled next to you and strokes your hair from your face. Steve quickly started packing things up as you slept and requested a cart for you and the other pregnant members of your clan. When you awoke the whole hut was packed save for the furs and blankets you slept on.

           “Steve, what’s happening?” You slowly got up making Steve quickly rushing to your side.

           “We have to find a new home my love.” Steve picked up the makings of your nest and carried them to the cart waiting. You looked around the hut, rubbing your belly before following after Steve.

           Steve helped you into the cart and you quickly got to work on fixing your nest. The other women has agreed to share a cart but said you deserved your own since among them you were the only omega and the chief’s wife. As his closest friend and ally, Bucky was to watch over you as Steve lead the clan.

           Bucky kept you entertained and calm through the journey and when everyone stopped for the night, Steve joined you in the cart.

           “I’ve missed you Y/N.”

           “We’ve missed you too Steven.” You curled up facing him, so your belly was completely protected. That night, Steve did not truly sleep. His fears coming to the forefront of his mind again. Though he knew tomorrow night the clan would find their new home and everyone would be safe again.

           You went into labor just as the last hut was being finished. Steve had been kicked out by the midwives. He had started pacing, your screams putting everyone on edge.

           As the day went on, Steve became worried when the screaming had stopped but no one had come out yet. But soon Peggy came out with something in her arms.

           “Chief, this is your son.” Steve carefully took the new born from Peggy and held him close. Though as Steve admired his boy, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. It was another mid-wife with a bundle in her arms, but she was walking away from Steve. When he went to follow her, Peggy stopped him. “One didn’t make it Steve.” Peggy’s voice held a touch of sadness and Steve felt a part of him break.

           “How many?”

           “Four in total; two girls and two boys.” Steve nodded his head and looked down at his son. “You can go see her now if you wish.” Steve nodded and walked into the hut to find you slightly paler but with a small smile on your face. You reclined with your arms full. Steve walked over to you and settled next to you.

           “Steven, this is Lorelei and Sif, your daughters.” Steve looked at his two girls and his heart was no longer his own. You and your girls owned it. “And you are holding Ari, your son.” Steve looked down at Ari to find two perfect Y/E/C eyes staring up at him. A mid-wife came by and helped you set the girls into their cradle, so you could finally rest. When the mid-wives all finally left and it was just you, Steve, and your children; Steve asked his question.

           “What happened with our other son?”

           “He was our last and I was in so much pain Steven. I couldn’t push and the mid-wife couldn’t get him out in time. He was still born.” Steve could hear the guilt in your voice. He carefully set the now sleeping Ari in his crib and held you against him as you started crying. “I’m so sorry Steve, I’m sorry.” Steve quickly silenced you with a kiss, wiping away your tears as he stroked your cheek.

           “It will be alright my love, I promise. You have given me an heir and two beautiful girls, I will not force you to have anymore children.” You nodded your head and curled up against Steve the exhaustion catching up with you. “Sleep my love, we will be here when you wake.” You nodded your head and quickly fell asleep. Steve stroked your hair as he held you. He knew the clan would mourn the one lost tonight and tomorrow would celebrate the birth of three new members.

Steve kept his eyes closed, happy his horse, Allister, knew the way home. Steve’s men had been through a ringer with their battle but in the end, they all pulled through. He knew his men all wanted to see their wives, because he wanted to hold his Queen close, to prove he was still alive.

           His wife was head of the Shieldmaidens though they acted more like protectors of the village but either way everyone was always safe and Steve only worried that they would be attacked while the men were away.

           Steve smiled lightly as he heard his men drop from their horses to meet their wives and children’s calls. He opened his eyes and rode Allister to the front of his hut. He knew if he tried to walk there he would limp and look weak. Steve dropped down once he saw his wife walking over. He leaned on Allister till Y/N got to him.

           “Oh Steven,” you set his arm around your shoulders and walked into the hut and helped him down to the bed. “Get undressed while I grab what I need.” Steve watched as you walked out and take Allister from the front. Steve slowly got his furs off and looked down at his tunic. He hadn’t realized the damage done to him till now. He had multiply cuts and bruises forming. He groaned as he slowly pulled off the tunic. Once that was off he was left panting from the strain. Most of the blood had dried but he knew you would be more worried about infection. As well as being a strong fighter and warrior, you were taught in healing by your mother.

           When you walked back in you had a bucket of water and a pouch tied to your waist. “Just relax my love.” Steve watched you the whole time you moved his clothes and furs he wore. You grabbed a clean rag and got it wet before starting to clean around his wounds. He would hiss occasionally, when you hit a particular sore spot. “Shh I’m almost done.” Once you had finished cleaning up the blood and dirt from around and on the wounds you have him lay back as you ge ready to stitch up the bigger cuts.

           “That is not necessary Y/N”

           “I will say what is necessary, understand?”

           “Yes my lady.” You nodded and looked over his wounds before deciding which one needed to be stitched before a cloth went over it. Steve watched you, observing what could have changed about you in the week he was gone. He noticed your dress was looser and new for that fact. As his eyes moved along your body, he noticed your breasts seemed larger, if only slightly, and that yor stomach bulged out a little. He has seen the signs, from other women in your clan. Steve and you had yet to have an heir, most of the clan worried since your marriage had started almost eight years before today. Most kings had multiply children by this point, but he never held it against you or let you beat yourself up over it, he would simply say ‘the Gods decided this wasn’t our time for a child’ as the new flowers bloomed after winter.

           Steve smiled lightly, ignoring the needle going into his skin. “When we’re you going to tell me?”

           “Once I know you would live to see them born.” You looked at him, “You scared me Steven. You promised a few days and you come back a week later.” Steve sighed and closed his eyes.

           “I am sorry my love. But them?” Steve looked at you.

           “The dream I received from Freya after I found out was of two young boys running around fighting with wooden swords.” You finished up the stitch before setting cloth over all his wounds. Steve stroked our cheek before pushing your hair back behind your ear.

           “I’m guessing the time has come.”

           “Steve, I also saw Hel in my dream.” You looked at him. Between you and Steve you had a total of nine siblings. Steve had two brothers and three sisters, each capable of being king or queen. While you had two older sisters along with one younger sister and a younger brother. You sisters have always wondered why the king choice the middle sister, who is almost a decade younger than himself.

“Our deaths?”

           “I do not know, I just saw Hel.” You got up and grabbed a clean tunic for him but before you could walk back he was up and wrapping his arms around your waist.

           “I will protect you my beautiful love, with my dying breath.”