#vikingseries

Warning: Time Travel, mentions and descriptions of violence, insults.

Pairing: Ragnarssons x modern!F!OC

Word count: 567

(English is not my first language, any recommendations will be accepted)

Prologue - What just happened?

Summary: Ivar is less than happy with your help. 

(hope its okay, let me know what you guys think so far.)

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It was the day you had lost your job at a cafe, the cafe you had been working at for over 5 years. Coming home to tell your family that you no longer had a job meant that your hopes for your future dwindled to nothing. All your dreams crushed all because the small cafe down the road was out of business.

However, the advert that seemed to give you an ounce of hope had popped up on your job search that night. It seemed like fate.

Laying on your bed with your laptop propped on your stomach and your older sister, Lily, laying by your side.

There the ad said:

HOUSEKEEPER AND CAREGIVER

SKILLS: N/A

URGENT HIRING

Hey! This was requested by @aphrodite4lover for a fluffy babysitting one shot! I hope you like it!!

To say Ivar was overwhelmed was an understatement. Announcing I needed to help the women in the village with a few errands meant I needed to leave our three children with Ivar. He’d always been a distant parent, he was there still for the three boys, but he remained hesitant to be alone with them. I knew this was the perfect opportunity for them to get closer and for Ivar to realise he needn't be afraid of two 10-year-olds and one 5 years old.

“Ivar, I’ll be heading off now.” Ivar’s crutch against the timber is heard as he enters into our room, wrapping a fur coat around my body for warmth I make my way to pass him. Ivar places his hand out and stops me from moving, grabbing onto my forearm.

“What if they are hungry, what should I make of them? What if they misbehave what should I say?” His face was written in complete worry and confusion, he genuinely seemed stressed.

“Ivar, if I can take care of three Lothbrok sons while you’re out raiding I think you can take care of them for a short time.” I kiss him softly and smile. His face softens and becomes less tense, and he sighs heavily. “If you can handle these three, we can have more,” I say, a small smile following my statement. Ivar didn’t say a word as he watched me exit, I couldn’t wait to be back with them. Gods know what will become of them at that time.

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Ivar didn’t know what to do, he’d sat on a wooden seat watching the youngest play against the fur carpet. Torstein was the youngest, he had a slight walking deficiency, but he was getting stronger every year passed. He was getting less of a limp. When he was born, Ivar was shocked to find he had a third son who bared no mimic to his own legs. But when his son took his first step and was not able to keep himself up, he knew he had been wrong.

His eyes scanned the room, and when he heard the sound of giggling and shuffling in the distance, he made no hesitation in turning his attention onto the two older boys. Leif and Inge were twins, Ivar knew they were a handful when it came to discipline, troublemakers of sons.

The two sat in the other room, whispering into one another's ear. “Father, come in here we need to show you something.” Ivar huffs, he hoped it was for a good reason. As he entered the room, the boys proceeded to run out past him and shut the door on their way out, leaving Ivar standing stunned. With the sound of a lock and the music of muffled laughing heard behind the wooden door.

Ivar’s jaw clenched, oh here we go. Ivar limps towards the door, crutch in hand. "Boys, open this door." The boys begin to laugh even harder at his attempts to order. His voice stern and severe, yet they both fail to acknowledge it. Ivar begins to bang onto the door repeatedly, clutching onto his crutch.

Before he could bang once more onto the door, the door is swung open. Little Torstein holding onto the door and one hand holding a small blanket. Ivar sighs, a puff of anger almost leaving his body. At least he had the youngest to help him out, in a way. Ivar didn’t say a word to the smallest but ruffles the small boy's hair as he limps past and scans the room for the two others.

They had done something similar when he had returned from a raid, just before their tenth birthday. They had gotten a long rope, and each of them tripped him over as he came into their room. It resulted in loud shouting and the boys not being able to go outside for a few days. To say that the boys weren't as close to their father that he'd liked was an understatement, he was scared. He wouldn't admit it, and you'd told Ivar many times to at least take the boys out and teach them a few things.

Things they can't learn from their mother. But, Ivar was hesitant. He would do lots with the boys, but he was still unsure at times. You could tell that was why the boys seemed to play more tricks on their father much more, not as much to you anymore.

Ivar wasn’t able to find them amongst the room. His senses seemed to be on high alert, where could they be. Looking back towards Torstein, he finds the small boy watching him intently. His hand clutching the table for support to stand.

“Can you say a story?” The little boy slowly moved towards Ivar. His hand out for support, Ivar was shocked. He was slowly walking towards him without any help, and Ivar knew he would thank you for that. Looking up in a search for the other two, he sighs and leans his hand out to cup his. Pulling him towards him, Ivar stands still as Torstein wraps his arms around his hips.

Nodding at the boy, he kneels down and with the support of the stool he seats himself on the furs of the carpet and positions himself, so Torstein is leaning against his side. Ivar wasn't sure when to start, he didn't know what he was to speak about. But he had a small idea.

“When your older brothers were so little, smaller than you,” he says. Looking down at Torstein, he continues. “I was on a grand boat, Floki carved dragons on the sides. It almost flew across the sea. The sharks swimming away, even made the Gods scared." Torstein's face is wide-eyed, staring in complete fascination. “The wind--” before he could say anything Ubbe barges in. Both hands clutching onto the two boys collars.

“I think you’re missing these two, I found them throwing apples at the fishermen.” Ivar’s jaw clenches as Ubbe shoves them into the room.

“But Uncle,” one of them says.

“Ivar, aren’t you meant to be taking care of them.”

“That's what I’m doing.” Ubbe laughs at his response.

“Doesn’t look like it.” Ivar huffs and his eyebrows furrow at the two boys with smirks on their faces.

“I don’t know what to do with them,” Ivar admits. Ubbe chuckles and picks up Torstein and places him on his hip.

“Take them outside, let's go find their mother and Torvi,” The boys cheer at his response and Ivar breaths out in annoyance. He didn’t want to admit to you how he failed. He knew how much time you already spend with them and being your one day off with them, he shook his head.

“No Ubbe.”

“Alright, not find your mother. Go outside, teach them how to fight. I know Inge has wanted to watch the other men.” Ivar smiles to his son. He saw a lot of you in him, he wanted to learn everything. He hoped to spend more time with his sons, maybe this was the way without them playing tricks.

“Father, please.” Inge pleads. Ivar nods and picks himself up off the floor and watches as they bolt out the door and out into the yard. Ubbe puts down Torstein and the two Ragnarsson’s watch as he limps lightly but quickly out the door.

“He’s getting much better at walking.”

“I know, I’m glad. Torstein will make a fine Viking.” Ubbe nods in agreement.

“It is all Y/n, and her mothering. Freyja has blessed you.” Ivar hums in response to his words. He knew he was more than lucky or blessed, the boys loved you, and even though you were no shieldmaiden, you were stronger than any person he knew.

They walked with the boys out onto the beach, Torstein running to play in the sand. The other two were busy play fighting, Leif tackling Inge into the ground. Debris of sand flying everywhere. Fishermen and other small children gave a side-eye to the two Ragnarsson’s and the three boys.

Ubbe laughs as the two oldest continue to fight. Ivar smirks and dropping his crutch, he leaps towards the two boys dragging them down into the sand even more. The boys are silent before they laugh, Leif grunts and tackles his dad back into the ground. Inge soon follows, and soon the two boys are on top of Ivar, Torstein getting up off the ground and grabbing a handful of the sand and pouring it onto Ivar’s head. The boys erupt in laughter. Ivar smiles lightly before more handfuls from all three of the boys of sand are on Ivar’s head.

Ivar laughs wickedly and grabs Torstein by the waist and the two other boys, rolling them in the sand.

You smile watching the scene unravel, as they play fight. Ubbe smiles at you and nods your way before walking past you and meeting Torvi who followed behind. Ivar notices you coming towards them, and soon the boys realise also, they sit up and smile at you.

“What are you guys doing?” You say playfully. Crossing your arms and watch as Leif attempts to put Ivar into a headlock. “Boys lets head home,” Ivar announces. The boys all groan in response to his words.

“Father, please more time?” Ivar looks towards you and you smile back.

“How about we chase mother home and then we can all sit and tell stories?” The boys cheer, and you give a squeal when Inge and Leif charge towards you as they get up. Leif lets go of you to proceed to pick up Ivar’s crutch. Your heart melts, and you smile as he holds Torstein’s hand. Before long you're running with the two oldest hot on your tail. Ivar and Torstein not too far behind.

The boys were busy telling each other tales, and you had said to Ivar many times to be careful with his language. You were preparing some stew for dinner, as you chopped up the carrots and placed them in the pot, Ivar came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled and snuggled your head into his neck, but you continued cooking.

“I will take Inge and Leif to train tomorrow,” nodding in response you smile. You both look towards the three boys, the youngest son snuggled between the two oldest as they told each other their own tales.

“What mischief did the two get up to?” Ivar laughs.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Was it the lock-you-in-a-room mischief.”

“How did you know?”

“I just know.” Ivar laughs at your comment. You lean into Ivar’s ear and smile, “I want more Ivar.”

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summary: meeting your future husband for the first time speaks volumes. would you be able to survive in kattegat?

lion and the lamb masterlist

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Here I was. Sitting on the edge of my father’s ship, looking out into the distance, praying that I never reach port in Kattegat. Over a week ago, I was sent to hell, literally. Hell of a marriage. I couldn’t believe I was sitting here watching my home disappear, who knows how long I was going to be away from my family and everything I knew. 

Viking men were ruthless, misogynist even savage. I’d only heard these things, but that didn’t help my growing nerves and uncertainty on my future as Queen alongside a man named Ivar the Boneless, a son of Ragnar. A man, my family, knew well of.

The sound of waves mixed with the sounds of distant horns made me drop my gaze and caused my panic to rise. I couldn’t do this, no way. What was I doing? Stepping back from the edge of the ship and turning my back to the arising shoreline in the distance.

“Y/n?” Facing my father, the king, I shake my head, and I couldn’t stop the tears falling down my face. I hold my head in my hands in pure anxiety and fear. His face is furrowed in concern, wrinkles of age creasing his forehead hidden behind greying hair. He grabs my wrist softly and tugs, “Y/n please, do not do this here. Remember who you are.”

“Dad, I don’t think I can do this.”

“You must, you have no choice.” His words are blunt and straightforward. An attempt at comfort for my anxious mind proved useless. I stopped my exaggerations in my nerves as we edged even closer towards the port. The crew paid no attention to my cries and listened to my father’s orders as we finally reached the docks. I wiped my tears hurriedly in an attempt to compose myself before getting off the ship. I’d hoped this wasn’t the last time I’d be on a boat of this caliber I would hope it would not be the last time hearing English men and women.

Once the mast is securely tied to the port, the foreign language meets my ears for the first time. I miss home, I miss it more than I ever will. This place could never be my home. The dock was bustling, men and women waited for us. Their attentions were focused on the Saxons, the outsiders. Two men waited for us, father seemed to acknowledge them first. Nodding towards them as he helped me onto the dock. My feet wobbling, slightly at the change in the ground but I remain standing, I attempt to not display my uneasiness.

The two men seemed complete opposites of one another. One with a much scruffier face to the other one and much taller. They both looked to one another before smiling smugly. “Princess Y/n, Ubbe, and this is Hvisterk. We are brothers of Ivar. Welcome to Kattegat.” I smile towards them and nod in acknowledgment. “The thralls will help with your items, we must meet in the great hall, your highness.” What appeared to be Ubbe, he seemed to tease and mock at the words highness. 

Yet my father did not seem affected, especially with the three guards at our side. “We must not keep Ivar waiting.” I clench my jaw and say nothing, but my father nods quickly before we follow behind the two brothers. 

The hall smelt like metal and aged wood. A fire was crackling at the abundance of furs which created a warmth in comparison to the cold autumn air outside. We stop to a large table adorned with jugs and plates assorted. Out of instinct, I grab the small cross wrapped around my neck, Ubbe’s eyes meet Hvisterk, and they return to watch me. Looking down, I rush my hands to rest in front of my body. I did not falter at the sound of the incoming company.

The sound of harsh, limping-like steps on the timber echoed in the room causing hushed whispers to cease entirely. However, I paid no attention as I kept my focus on my hands curled in front of me. My father knocks my side for me to look up at my husband-to-be.

 But, I could not even look up at the table in front of me or the food that adorned it. I couldn’t stop my jitters and the feeling of my beating heart that seemed to jump right out of my chest.

The sound of chairs dragging against the ground and the sounds of seats being filled I did not dare lookup. “King Ivar, this is my daughter Y/n.” At the sound of complete silence and sniggers, I look up to meet the gaze of a dark-haired male, Ivar the Boneless to be exact.

tangled au

summary: hvitserk wasn’t expecting a raid to go wrong. Escaping the capture of his brothers and men, he runs for his life, hoping he’d be able to figure out how to get them back. Only to come across a runaway princess who will trade him his men in return for a favor, something hvitserk might have to agree to. Taking them on an adventure throughout England, only to find that hvitserk may have gained more than just his brothers and warriors.