#wolf ragnar

You tried your best to obscure it all, especially from your husband on the rare occasions that he was there.

But sometimes Ivar would bite another child while playing and not know when to stop- too overwhelmed by the bloodlust sweeping him off his feet, though you knew he was just a child. It wasn't his fault, but you still guiltily closed your eyes when you heard a mother cry in mourning.

Your only luck was Hvitserk and Ubbe sticking together. Your oldest being a wolf- he'd made the cutest puppy on the full moons and he had loved cuddling up to Hvitserk in his crib on those nights. Their bond gave you hope that Hvitserk might just be a normal child back then, but the older he got, the clearer it became that he could lure in the townspeople without a problem.

One look and they would follow him blindly- into their secure death. An incubus of all things.

You thanked Odin for Ubbe, who smelled the people's interest in his little brother and growled lowly in his chest to scare them away.

He was a quiet child and an even quieter adolescent- until he got angry. You stayed with him every night of the full moon, making sure he wouldn't get out and hurt someone. You promised to let him hunt in the woods when he got older, but only in hushed voices, not wanting to alert his little brothers who would want to come with.

Sigurd had been a surprise for you, much like Hvitserk, not until he reached his thirteenth birthday had you known what coursed through his blood- the snake in his eye derailing you from your suspicion. The second he held the first fiddle, his music gathered man and woman alike around him- unable to turn away like in trance. He was too young for handling that and you quickly took it away again, telling him he was not to sing in front of other people and especially not around the shore. A Siren- unexpected for a boy.

When it came to Ivar, you were thankful to the Gods for their need in blood sacrifices. He could drink without anyone getting too suspicious of him and you wouldn't have to deal with getting rid of his victims bodies.

You swore yourself to never tell Ragnar about your sons. Too afraid of what he would do out of fear and what your sons would do to protect you. He was better off not knowing in your opinion.

Now with them all being of age- usually it meant they should find a wife and settle down, but they couldn't fall in love or even care enough to build a family. With each day, you felt that your power over them dwindled.

More and more people in Kattegat disappeared; leaving you, the Queen, with a heavy guilt you had to carry. "Mother." your youngest called out to you from the entrance.

"Yes, Ivar my love?" you answered, giving up where you are to him, as you sat in front of your mirror, carefully combing through your long and wavy hair. You were graced with a little Succubus blood in you, giving you the ability to turn heads where you wanted, but you rarely ever used it. You were lucky you were human enough to not have to feed on others.

"There hasn't been a sacrifice in four months, I don't want to feed on animals anymore!" he said and you had to turn around to see him, his face and body never showing in any reflection, except for his clothes.

"Don't act like you haven't been terrorizing the townspeople with your brothers already, they're terrified and don't want to be sacrificed since the Gods don't protect them." you chided him, pointing your comb at him in warning and he had enough common sense to look guilty.

"I'm sorry, mother."

You scoffed lightly, "Who is hunting with you?" you asked with narrowed eyes.

Ivar looked to the ground, not used to being chided by you. "Sigurd and sometimes Hvitserk, but we share."

"I don't even want to know what that means." you responded, a chill running down your spine. You'd never really been afraid of your children, but sometimes, when you thought too long about what they were capable of, there was fear gripping you nonetheless. "What about Ubbe?"

"He's mostly in the woods..." Ivar shrugged. "Sometimes Hvitserk is with him."

"You should all only hunt there!" you told him. "If the people start to get too afraid to live here, they will leave and who will you feed on then, hm?"

"I'm sorry, mother." he said again.

You turned back around and continued brushing your hair carefully. You knew he was still there but not seeing his face in the mirror made you feel uneasy.

Soon it would be dusk as you walked through the woods, your brother traipsing next to you in his wolf form. You liked him like that better, since his senses were even sharper and his pelt was soft under your fingertips.

Ubbe's nose was diving through the fallen leaves and you sighed. "Nothing?" you asked, earning a growl and you patted the space between Ubbe's ears. His wolf form was huge and you wondered if werewolves were bigger as normal wolves in general, or if Kattegat's population was just a smaller breed. If someone were to see Ubbe like this, they would want his pelt, no questions asked.

"I'm hungry," you whined, the human food not even coming close to sating you. It was like you were constantly eating without anything of it taking the edge of, until you could be yourself and consume someone's life force.

Ubbe perked up and looked in a particular direction. You were aware of a body of water being around somewhere, that people used to wash up sometimes. With a spring to your step you followed your brother- hopefully to find a meal at your destination.

It wasn't much farther and you could hear the voices of two men, laughing and bragging- you sighed in displeasure.

Your suspicion was confirmed when both of you broke through the underbrush. Two older men were bathing, causing you to pull a face in disgust. You didn't want those.

"You can have them." you told your brother, who looked back in question. "I don't like old men, they taste bad to me." you said, carding your fingers through Ubbe's thick fur at the back. A bad habit you can't manage to quit ever since you've been a child.

It wasn't your fault your brother had the softest wolf fur you'd ever had the pleasure of sinking your fingers into- it was addicting. Ubbe still looked at you and for a second you wondered if your wiles worked on him. You hadn't even currently thought about using them.

All of you had tested it already of course and you knew that neither Ivar was able to lure you in, nor Sigurd could make you drown yourself. You weren't afraid of Ubbe and your older brother didn't seem affected by you either. Though...you had never tested it while Ubbe was a wolf.

And you wouldn't do it now either. "Go, I like watching you tear them apart, but don't sully the water."

You hid behind a tree and watched your brother advance on his prey, how he waited in the shadows of low hanging tree branches until the men got out of the water.

They had no idea what was waiting for them- or who.

Holding your breath so you would be able to hear their bones break under the pressure of Ubbe's jaw, you watched your brother take the first one with him without the other one noticing.

The gurgling protests and exclaims for help rang to your ears and you swallowed the saliva flooding your mouth- fear tasted almost as good as arousal. You could see the other man getting suspicious and were ready to throw your axe to stop him, but Ubbe jumped out from behind the trees and caused the man to fall to his back, big paws holding him down by his chest as he growled in the man’s face.

"Wait!" you called out, stopping your older brother from tearing out his prey's jugular, when you remembered something. You reached for your empty water flask and held it up. "Let me take some blood for Ivar from him or he'll bitch again that we didn't take him with us."

"Don't kill me! You're one of the Ragnarssons, you can't do this!" the man begged and started to annoy you. Usually, you didn't use your wiles on these types of people, but it helped to make them docile, so you smiled and softly touched the man's cheek with the tip of your finger.

The change was instant, as he stared back as if in trance. "I'll do anything for you." the guy said softly, causing a smirk to form on your lips and when Ubbe gave off a quick huff, disapproving of what he most likely smelled on the man, it only widened.

"I know." You got your knife out and punctured the artery, swiftly holding the flask under it to gather as much as possible. You still managed to get too much on your hands and licked it off of one finger, only to grimace at the taste. "I don't like it." you commented and closed the flask. Ivar would love it. "Do you want a taste?" you held your sullied hands out to your wolfy brother, prompting him into licking them clean- not a drop was left. "Of course you do." you sighed, if only you could be a wolf too, then you wouldn't have to be so picky all the time.

The man was still bleeding out, but not for long, your older brother was already tearing into the man’s chest to get to the soft intestines. You got offered the spleen as it landed wet on the half open torso. "I don't want it." you told Ubbe, who nudged it closer to you with his snout, followed by a low whine. "No, I know you understand me, don't act like a stupid dog."

Sometimes Ubbe was too insistent to share with you and it was annoying when his prey had been one of these stinky old men. Another part was torn out and offered to you. "I will leave, if you don't stop. He's gross."

This time the whine ended in a protesting half growl and then Ubbe ate the guy without any pause. Devouring would probably be a better word though.

While Ubbe let the evidence disappear in eating them both, you washed the spit off your hands in the little riverbank.

You heard your brother pant behind you and turned, heaving another sigh. Ubbe's usually dark grey fur was glistening in red. It was fascinating how the only thing that would always stay the same were his eyes- blue like the summer sky.

"Are you going to bath now or later?" you asked, not even reaching the end of your question, when your brother jumped into the water in front of you, halfway turning back into a man. You watched him wash the blood out of his long blonde hair and once again wondered what it would be like to turn into a wolf instead of whatever abomination you changed into.

As far as you knew, you only looked scary to the people you were feeding on right before they died. "I envy you." you said quietly, a bit more to yourself than Ubbe.

"Why? You can make anyone follow you. I think that's useful." Your brother replied diplomatic as ever- of course he could hear you from there just fine.

"I can make them want to fuck me, yes. That's not the same." you responded, picking up a stone and turning it over. When you looked up again, you caught Ubbe's disapproving expression before he dropped it. "I know you hate it when I say this, but it's true."

"No, it's not. You don't even realize how you can manipulate people and have them do your bidding." your older brother replied as he got out of the water.

You frowned, but dropped your eyes back down to the river bank. "What do you mean?" you watched the little stone sink down to the ground again and when you looked back up, Ubbe was a wolf. "Thanks for elaborating." you rolled his eyes in annoyance. You got up from your crouched position, knowing you had to get to the hut for Ubbe's clothes and then back to Kattegat. "I just wish you would stop trying to share your dead old men with me." you said in an exhale, as you followed Ubbe.

Once you got to the hut, your brother turned back into a human- quickly dressing himself. You both walked side by side.

"I can't." your older brother suddenly said.

Somehow you felt lost, like you had missed a whole conversation. "Hm?"

"Offering part of my prey." he explained, "I can't stop it. When I'm a wolf my senses are heightened and I can almost feel your hunger like my own. My wolf wants you to eat. It's a basic need to provide for you. I'm sorry." Ubbe said, a distressed expression pulling on his features. It made a lot more sense, since you really were hungry all the time. It must've driven Ubbe crazy.

"It's okay."

Being around your younger brother sometimes made your teeth grow sharp with the need to tear into soft flesh. The ever growing hunger radiating from Hvitserk maddening enough for you to flee into the woods the majority of the time.

Your brother still found you of course and then it was almost impossible to not kill someone. You did bask in the proud look Hvitserk gave you when you ate though. He really did like to watch when you were tearing your victims apart.

The Great Hall was devoid of people now and you watched Hvitserk handing the flask full of blood over to Ivar. "Here, we came across someone."

Their youngest opened it and took a whiff. "Was it an old man again? At this rate we won't have any for a fight left."

"Mother said to stay away from Kattegat, it's unfortunate that only men walk the woods these days." Hvitserk replied, his disappointment about that clear in every word. "Women's blood is so much sweeter."

"You just want to fuck." Ivar scoffed, causing Hvitserk to laugh as he came over to sit next to you.

"Maybe," he said. "Can you fault me?"

Sigurd shook his head at them, "Yes." he said. "Your conquests and litany of corpses will lead their way to us. One of these days we'll be found out." It was pure assumption and in no way true, you knew.

"I'm not the one singing my heart out at the shore to watch our warriors die. That is really stupid, in my opinion." Hvitserk shrugged. You took a sip to hide your smile, agreeing with him. "Also, I eat my conquests when I'm done with them. There's no trail of corpses. And who cares about old men living in the woods? No one, but the young men and women you take? They will be missed."

Ivar licked his bloody lips after sipping from the flask. "Hvitserk's right. He only takes one or two a month, but you wreck entire longships and you're not even able to eat them all. It's a waste. If we're found out, it'll be your fault."

"Says the one constantly drenched in blood and hiding inside all day. Tell me how that's not suspicious," Sigurd fired back. Again, only an assumption. "Your constant need for sacrifices...how about sacrificing you?"

You watched Ivar's eyetooth grow longer, his iris all black as he hissed at Sigurd. "I should feast on you and be done with it!"

"And still, you wouldn't be able to get it up without drinking from another man. I should pity you." Sigurd countered. This time, he really did speak the truth. Ivar was dancing on the line between not really dead, but not alive either. He needed two men's worth of blood to feel warm like a human and be able to have sex. You had no idea how Sigurd knew that, since you never said anything and Ivar most likely hadn't either.

"I will rip your vocal cords out and watch you starve." your youngest brother stood, looming over the table and staring Sigurd down.

"Enough!" Aslaug reined them in. "None of you will hurt the other and you will stop talking about it now. If someone heard you, you won't be able to hide anymore." You nodded into your cup, wishing you could get drunk at all on this.

"Queen Aslaug?" a young servant girl called out to your mother after entering the Great Hall, instantly having all their attention turn to her at once. "We have prepared your bath now."

Your nails grew sharp, scratching the cup in your hand, as your mouth watered at her sight. She was beautiful and smelled perfect to you. The lush flesh of her round hips made you unable to stop staring. You couldn't have her, you knew that and still...

Hvitserk leaned over with a smirk. "You want her." he stated low as to not let their little brothers know. "I could make her come over, have her pour you another cup." he licked his lips. "I bet she'd taste heavenly."

At the mention of another drink, you put your hands down and out of sight to will your nails back to being blunt and human. "Stop it," you growled at Hvitserk. "This is what I meant, you manage to nudge me into a direction that will please you and I can't give into that."

A surprised look crossed your brother’s face, before it was replaced with glee. "It works on you?"

"Briefly..." you admitted, regretting it almost immediately when you saw the wide grin that met you. You'd never been afraid of anyone, but knowing you could be manipulated to do your little brother’s bidding- someone who would be able to kill you without an effort- was fear inducing.

The smirk slipped off his lips, probably able to tell how you felt about that, as it was clearly displayed on your face. Hvitserk put his arm around you in companionship, mouth close to your ear. "I won't use it against you." he promised quietly, before leaning away again. "Now...let's have some fun with mothers servant girl."

Your nails dug into the wooden arm rest of the chair and left deep corrugations.

You saw Ubbe and Hvitserk leave with Reidun- your mothers personal servant- and went to the shore to sing.

There was a man sleeping off his inebriation. Those, of all the others, were your favorites- their blood still rich of alcohol- giving you a chance to be drunk too. He woke to your song.

The shadowy figure was walking towards you, causing a smile to grow on your lips as anticipation set in, your teeth turning into a hundred deathly sharp pin pricks as you continued to sing.

That was until Ivar held the drunk back and stared deep into his eyes. "You want to go home now." using his vampiric powers to sway your meal away. On staggering legs he left, not looking back to you even once.

"What are you doing?" you spit in anger. "He was mine!"

Ivar was right in front of you in the blink of an eye, his own teeth long and pointy, "You took five only yesterday." he argued.

"Ubbe and Hvitserk are about to devour mothers servant and I'm not allowed to eat a drunk that no one will miss?" you replied, squaring up to your brother. If he wanted to fight, you would not hold back!

"How would you know? Mother could always say Reidun left Kattegat on her own accord- everyone would believe her!- but this man could have a family and they would notice his absence." Ivar responded, gripping the front of your tunic. "She told us not to hunt within Kattegat and you didn't listen at all."

"What about Ubbe and Hvitserk then? What about you? I know you visit the slaves and feed on them at night." you said, trying to push Ivar away. "Why should you all be an exception, but I can't?"

"Because we're not stupid about it!" Ivar hissed at you. "I don't kill the slaves, just take a sip. No one cares. You're the only one who risks everything here."

"Oh, shut up!" you yelled in anger, realizing too late that you made Ivar finally snap.

Despite Ubbe's reluctance, he followed you and Reidun willingly. She was completely under your spell, leading you to her home.

On quick feet she went straight to the oil lamps to alight the room when you all entered and Ubbe locked the door behind him.

When Reidun met you and your brother in the middle, you both circled her- out of curiosity what she would do you lifted your thrall over her a little.

She looked confused, but not repelled.

"Do you want to have some fun, Reidun?" you asked, letting your fingertips dance lightly up her arm and to her shoulder. You touched the exposed skin near her collarbone and retreated again.

She looked from one to the other, "With both of you?" a cute furrow between her brows.

Ubbe had stopped behind her, his mouth close to her ear, "Yes, both. Or one at a time. However you like." you heard him say seductively. Reidun turned her head to look at him, her pupils dilating as she gazed at Ubbe. When you moved closer to her, standing in front of Reidun, her head whipped back to you in surprise. You could feel the change in yourself without your doing, as she looked up. Moments later her expression turned dreamy.

Carefully you held her face in both hands and gazed into her green iris', feeling her sway closer to you like she couldn't help it. "Can I kiss you?" you asked, setting your voice to sound smooth as silk. She wouldn't say no.

"Hvitserk." Ubbe growled, reminding you that you were doing it again without intending to and effectively snapping you out of it. Sometimes your nature gets the better of you.

Her expression showed clearly that she suspected something strange was going on. Thankfully Ubbe brought her attention back to him. "Do you want to kiss one of us?" he asked, waiting for her decision.

Apparently she wanted your brother first and you couldn't really be mad at that. She was more likely to live longer with him. Ubbe always let you feed before he teared into them.

They parted from you, heading for the bed and you looked around to find a comfortable place to sit, when Reidun came back and took your hand to pull you with her.

You really tried to stay on your human side when she kissed you this time. Her lips sliding against yours, opening her mouth readily when you licked them slowly and with intent. Ubbe was only half dressed and already reclined on the bed as he watched you two. You herded her backwards onto her furs as she started to pull at your clothes.

It was second nature for you to undress other people, having her blue dress lying on the floor within seconds.

You saw the way Ubbe stared at her soft hips and couldn't stop yourself from grabbing her there. You knew exactly what he was thinking as you sank down to your knees, pulling her towards the edge of the bed to lick her.

Ubbe had shed his pants now too and Reidun turned slightly to him when he got closer. She took his length without complaining while you kissed the inside of her thighs.

Women were your favorite not only because of their sweet blood, but their ability to orgasm more than once. And you needed that, your prey had to be close to coming for you to even see the soft hues of their life force engulfing them.

All you had to do was lick it off.

You dived between her legs, tongue rolling over her pink folds to taste and you sucked at them- not too much, just enough to make her moan around Ubbe's prick.

Then you found her nub to drive a lazy path around it with the tip of your tongue, flicking it up to draw another moan from her before sucking it in, playing with it. She squirmed in pleasure, letting go of your brother’s prick to mewl and throw her head back into the furs below.

When you inserted your fingers you smiled at how slick she felt and started pushing into her, knuckles deep. Your own cock twitched in your pants with the need to fuck her.

Easing up on the suction around her center of lust, you turned your head, sharp teeth cutting a thin line into her skin and you licked the little drops of blood welling up quickly away. You could feel your brother’s eyes on you- likely having smelled the blood.

You met his stare and knew your eyeballs were pitch black, when he held onto Reidun's head to prevent her from seeing you like that.

"You should fuck her." you said with a lisp, willing the deathly rows in your mouth to become humanly blunt again.

You stared at the lifeless body of your brother, so clear for you to see even in the darkness as the waves at the shore softly glided over the sand and grabbed greedily at the blood, swilling it away into the ocean.

The feeling you had was foreign to you and you were certain you'd cry if only you could.

Even thinking to drink from your own kin had always repulsed you enough to make you feel sick, but the fury Sigurd had sparked in you overtook everything else.

And suddenly you had found yourself taking long gulps of his blood, your brother’s eyes staring unseeing into space.

You hated him for angering you enough to do this and you hated your own inability to express your loss.

For a good portion of the night, you sat there, holding Sigurd and watching the blood you hadn't consumed trickle out of him and into the water.

There was no way of bringing him back and all you could do was accept what you've done to your own brother and act like you didn't care for everyone else.

You were a monster after all and monsters couldn't feel regret.

Reidun welcomed the change in your positions and gladly started sucking at your hard cock, enjoying the quick snap of Ubbe's hips between her legs.

You could see the rise of her life force engulfing her like a fog close to the skin. It was pale at first, but gained color the closer she got to her climax.

You had to swallow the upcoming saliva to stop it from dripping from your lips. All you wanted was to lick her everywhere and consume her.

Ubbe's hand reached for Reidun's bosom and for the first time you saw your brother’s energy dancing over his skin too. So much more vibrant than your mothers servant girls'.

You were curious what had changed that you now were able to see it too- taunting you with its beautiful colors. The best guess you got was that it had to do with Ubbe admitting you could sway him with your wiles.

Or maybe you had always been able to see, but refused to look earlier? It doesn't matter, you told yourself, even though the darkest part in you wanted to know what his life force would taste like. It felt like being a moth drawn to light and you were well aware of what happened to those.

You slipped out of Reidun's mouth and moved to lick a line down her throat, knowing that feeding on her would take your mind off of those thoughts and still your hunger.

She was moaning incomprehensible words, while you mapped her torso in a wet path with your tongue, down to her unoccupied breast.

You heard Ubbe growl and knew he was close to his climax, Reidun's whole body shaking under the force of his thrusts now. His nails had grown pointed and he involuntarily pricked the soft skin around her tit with them.

Without a second thought you leaned over there to clean up the little wounds he'd left, the urge to take a real bite growing stronger. You heard your brother grunt, his breathing heavy and you knew he'd come as the movement stopped.

A side effect from feeding had your victims delirious and sometimes unconscious at some point. Reidun was still with you, but probably unable to catch onto a conversation.

Ubbe's hand grabbed your face harshly, his palm effectively closing over your mouth. "Don't kill her." he forbade you, apparently able to see what you had in mind.

He couldn't have known about your previous predicament and having your lips flush to his skin made it almost impossible to ignore. You told yourself it wouldn't be that bad to only touch his palm with the tip of your tongue- as an accident.

It was the dumbest thing you've ever done you realized as you caught Ubbe's scandalized look, who took his hand away from you instantly. You wondered if he had felt that you took something from him.

"I thought you grew out of being childish." your brother commented, wiping his hand on his torso and you breathed a sigh of relief at how oblivious he was. You took his former position between her legs when he stood up and got dressed.

If you weren't to kill Reidun, you would at least empty your balls deep in her too. And possibly take a bit of her energy again, even though you weren't feeling hungry anymore.

She wouldn't feel great tomorrow, probably even be sick for a few days, but it would pass the longer you left her alone.

The moment Ivar walked into your bed chambers you knew something had happened and you looked at him in waiting, finishing your work.

"Sigurd is gone." he told you, voice ice cold. "He endangered us one too many times and I took care of it."

You were glad you've sat in your favorite chair, busy thumb knitting socks for the upcoming winter. The feeling of loss washed over you like a heavy wave intending to drown you in sorrow.

He must've noticed the change in you. "I'm sorry, mother." Ivar said as the first tear fell from your eyes. His words didn’t matter to you, he couldn’t feel truly sorry for what he did.

"Leave me be," you told him, unable to even look his way. You've lost one of your babies, you had to grief. "I don't want to see you."

You heard him drag his feet, but the door closed once he was out of the room. You screamed the grief you felt out of you, throwing the bronze cup sitting on the little table next to you against the wall and watched the ale drip down from it.

Once again you despised yourself for being the reason your children had to be such monsters. If only you hadn't inherited it yourself, they could've been normal and happy children.

You were enjoying the company of your brothers late at night in your wolf form. Your head was lying on Hvitserk's legs as he patted you between the ears absentmindedly. You still had to get used to the quietness Sigurd left behind.

"I know mother said we can't fall in love, but do you think we can love?" Hvitserk asked you and Ivar, who pulled a face at him while you thought about it. "If we like a person." he specified.

"Why would you like a person? They're human and weak." Ivar replied like it was obvious. And you regretted not having turned back for this, if only to tell him to shut up.

"Are you telling me, you don't love mother or us?" Hvitserk asked, his face pulled into a frown. "What's stopping you from eating us then?"

"Common sense." Ivar sniffed. "You all wouldn't taste good to me."

Hvitserk hummed, sinking his long fingers into the thicker part of your neck. "You would know, after killing Sigurd." he said with fake casualty. "I guess you don't care about us then, only using us as you see fit." he sighed. "What about you?" Hvitserk asked, pulling playfully at your ears and you flicked them out from between his fingers.

Your brother was waiting for an answer, but you didn't feel like being human would make this conversation any less painful. So you stood and since Hvitserk had almost sunken down so low in his chair that he might as well lie in it, you towered over him. His eyes growing big and unsure about what you were about to do.

You panted with your mouth open, the only way you could smile in this form and you wanted him to know he fucked up with his question as you licked his face generously- you knew he hated that.

Ivar snorted. "I could've told you he loves you," he said haughtily, touching the place between your shoulders. "Your loyal little lapdog." You growled at him for even daring to say this.

"Shut up, Ivar, you're just jealous." Hvitserk said while drying his face with the seam of his tunic- a disgusted grimace on his face.

That drew a laugh from your youngest brother. "Of his dog spit? I'll pass gladly on that," Ivar replied, a wide and mean smile on his face. "The question was never if he loves you, but if you're able to love him or us. We all know you're a sex demon, Hvitserk. There's no room in you for inculpable love."

When you looked at Hvitserk you could see that Ivar had hit a nerve and your youngest wasn't done yet.

"Ask yourself if you would feel any remorse if we died, if it would anger you." Ivar shrugged. "I won't and you're not even mourning Sigurd." With that he left the room and you lay back down, pushing your nose against your brother’s belly.

Hvitserk sighed and hesitated before continuing to pat you. "I don't think it's that easy."

The arrival of your mother was no surprise to you, since you had heard her gait approaching a long time before the door was opened. "Hvitserk...how often do I have to tell you that he's not a dog, he's your brother." she said disapprovingly.

You didn't really see the problem she had with it. Both of you liked those innocent touches and you made a protesting sound when Hvitserk stopped under her watchful eyes.

"Ubbe, I would like to have you around as a human more often. You're always either in the woods or here as a wolf. I miss talking to my oldest." she said with a woeful expression and apparently couldn't resist touching the top of your head. It made her hypocritical in your eyes, even though you liked it.

You loved both of them- had loved Sigurd too- and even Ivar, but you would never say it out loud.

"I heard the townspeople talk," your mother started then. "Someone saw you in the woods and they are out to hunt. So please stay human and with us for a while," she pleaded. "I don't want you to get hurt."

Her worry was understandable, just having lost one of her children.

"He won't, you know they have to use silver blades to cut him. Or Wolfsbane to poison him." Hvitserk told her. "And they have no idea what they're hunting."

"Just stay in for a bit. Both of you," Aslaug replied. "I know you are not immune to human weapons." she directed at your brother.

"Of course, mother."

The second she turned her back on you, his hands sunk back into your fur. Sometimes you wished to stay a wolf forever and not to have to deal with human problems anymore.

The darkness around you was not as soothing as usual, but you couldn't go anywhere else during the day either. Your room was devoid of windows, except for one, that you only opened at night to let fresh air in.

Your chambers had their own little hallway, so your family could come in without letting any sunlight touch you.

The knock was still a surprise, when you heard it. Your mother hadn't wanted to see you after Sigurd's death and Ubbe seemed to be a little mad at you for calling him a lapdog.

That had been three weeks ago and the silence between you all drove you a bit insane. "Come in."

To see Hvitserk slip through the door was not what you'd expected. "You hungry?" he asked and you could smell the blood he had with him.

Usually you would feed a little every night, but ever since Sigurd, you didn't feel particularly like eating. "No..."

Your brother sat down on the wooden box you normally slept in, although today you sat on the floor leaning against it. "I know what you mean." he said and you frowned at him.

Hvitserk was always hungry, Ubbe had told you about it a long time ago. "Why not? How many did you take?"

"None," he answered, your frown only deepening and you saw his expression turn guilty. "I haven't fed on anyone in the last three weeks."

You instantly felt bad for accusing him not to mourn Sigurd, he obviously did. "I didn't want to kill him," you told him. "I'm sorry."

This time your brother looked in your general direction with a puzzled face. "What are you talking about?"

"Sigurd..." you answered like it was obvious.

"Odin have mercy," Hvitserk sighed, irritated. "Ivar, I'm not sad." he told you. "I did something really stupid."

You looked at your older brother and noticed the despair in his features. "And what did you do?" you wanted to know, watching him bite hard on his lower lip.

"I fed on Ubbe." he quietly admitted, causing you to stand up immediately. "He doesn't even know."

You were torn between lighting a candle to make it easier for him to see you and leaving it like this. The darkness obviously made him feel secure enough to say this.

"Hvitserk...how can he not know?" you asked, "I've seen you eat, that's not something you won't notice." You walked around your room, as your brother brought his legs up to hug his knees.

"He told me not to kill Reidun," he responded, "And held my mouth shut with his hand," Hvitserk shrugged helplessly. "I couldn't resist licking his palm."

"You liked it." It was a little hypocritical for you to say this in such an accusing tone. Hvitserk still confirmed with a guilty nod. "The question still remains how he didn't realize what you did?"

"He thought I was being childish," Hvitserk answered. "But Ivar...even this small taste I got was pure energy...I can't even eat if I try."

"Huh." you voiced your astonishment and thought it over. "Do you think it's because he's a Werewolf?"

"I don't know," your brother answered. "I don't even understand why I could suddenly see his energy ripe for the taking. That had never happened before." he said, distressed. "I just know if I were to take more, I wouldn't have to eat for at least a year if not longer."

You swallowed at this revelation and it turned quiet between you. "I enjoyed drinking from Sigurd."

"We're both sick." your brother said. "We truly are monsters."

You agreed, but didn't tell him how much you regretted it. "You should be truthful with Ubbe."

"Maybe."

The day of the full moon Ubbe lay on his belly and napped next to your fathers throne you currently occupied. Your mother was sitting next to you, when two men entered- berserkers.

"Queen Aslaug," one of them said with a nod to her. Ubbe had opened his eyes and was watching them cautiously, now in a sitting position a little closer to you. "We have been searching the woods for a wolf terrorizing the people who dare to enter it." he explained. "We didn't find him."

At this, they both looked at Ubbe. "A nice dog you got there, boy." the other one smirked.

You stood, your hand near your sword. "I'm not a boy, you will address me by my proper title as a son of King Ragnar and Queen Aslaug," you said, gritting your teeth. "And he's not a dog."

"How much for him....Prince?" The mocking pause sets you on edge. "His pelt looks big enough to fit over my shoulders."

You drew your sword and sneered, "You wouldn't be able to afford it." Ubbe growled behind you. "I advise you to leave."

The guards outside had entered too for back up, if they wouldn't leave on their own accord, but you hoped they would. "Not without the wolf, we know it's him." the dark haired said. "He fits the description."

You heard Ubbe walk up to your side, sensing where this was going. "That's a coincidence, nothing more."

The blonde shrugged, "I still want his pelt, even if it's not the one, it’s still a wolf."

"Guards!" your mother called out and they advanced, she quickly retreated to safety as the dark haired attacked you.

You parried his hits with the axe easily and then tried to land some strokes with your sword.

They were experienced warriors of course and you realized you had to play dirty to win. Once you were face to face with him, both your weapons crossing you tried to use your wiles to distract him.

It didn't work, which confused you and he seemed to notice. "What are you trying to do, hm?" his tone mocking. "We know what you are, demon."

One of the guards fell to the ground, the other held themselves still good against the berserker. "I'm not a demon." you argued, losing your strength.

The man laughed, "And he's not a Werewolf." he said with a nod to Ubbe. This set your brother into motion, attacking the man you were fighting.

"No! Stay away from him!" you called out, the bad feeling you had only being confirmed when Ubbe bit the berserker’s arm and immediately retreated with a whine.

"Coated in Wolfsbane," the man smiled, then took you by surprise as he lifted his axe again. This was it, you were going to die and so was Ubbe. You wished you had told him at least once that Ivar was wrong. You did love your brothers and mother. Closing your eyes was the only thing you could do.

The axe never reached you though and when you looked again, the panic still tingled in your fingers as you took in the scene in front of you. Ubbe had jumped in front of you and the berserker’s axe was sticking out of his back.

Someone else had entered and was fighting against them with the last standing guard. You sank to your knees and pulled the axe out, "You absolute moron." You chided him, patting his head, "They know what you are."

When you looked up, you saw that the man helping you was none other than Bjorn. As quickly as he had appeared, the fight was settled. The men both were bleeding out on the floor of the Great Hall, but you couldn't feel happy about it, since Ubbe's wound didn't heal like usual.

You bowed down to lean your head against his, hiding the tears that welled up. "I love you, brother." you said in a whisper, not wanting anyone else to hear.

Bjorn was searching the men and then left the room, before he came back and crouched down next to you. "Give him this." he told you, a cup with a weird concoction in hand.

You had no idea how he could've known, but you did as he told you and made Ubbe drink it.

Not long after feeding it to him, you could see the wound on his back closing and Ubbe slowly started to move. "How did you know?" you asked, directing big eyes at your half-brother.

"Those men tried to capture me too and I've followed them for a while now." Bjorn said, standing straight up again. "Where's your mother?"

"Probably with Ivar," you answered and saw him walk towards the rooms, "But you can't go in there now!" you called out, causing him to stop. Your half-brother watched the remaining guard carry out the corpses and then turned back to you.

"What is he?" he wanted to know and you swallowed. "And what are you?" he added, sniffing the air.

"A Vampire." you answered. "And I'm an Incubus." Bjorn pulled a surprised face at that.

"Sigurd?" he frowned, looking around the Great Hall. You looked down, still missing the tunes he would play to entertain you.

"He's dead." you answered at last, catching Bjorn's nod. He looked uncomfortable with this conversation.

"Are you a wolf too?" you asked, feeling jealousy try to sink its claws in you.

"No," your oldest brother answered. "A bear, but our father is a Werewolf." he answered and then proceeded to get himself something to drink.

Ubbe puffed out a breath to get your attention. "Guess mother can stop feeling guilty now." you said a little to yourself, when a quick rough tongue licked at his wrist. "Don't make me regret saving you, you gigantic fur ball."

If anything this day had shown you that you were able to love your kin and that meant you could maybe fall in love too.

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This turned out NOTHING like I planned. Maybe I need to write something else with them as mythological creatures...*sigh* maybe modern day..or maybe I finish the other ones first xD