Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Given all her knowledge of vampires, Mary was well aware that their bite was venomous and thus addictive. That some of what she felt could, and most likely was a conditioned response her body gave as his teeth pierced her skin. She didn’t really care though. About any of that. If there was anything she’d happily become addicted to, it was this. Loosing herself to him, giving him sustenance that he needed to survive. Selfishly she wished she could ask him to only drink from her. The thought of him sharing this with someone else was painful to even consider, not to mention that it filled her belly with an ugly fire. For once, she barely noticed that his lips once more had touched her skin. The haze she’d just been under was hard to shake and left her scatterbrained for a moment. “Yes. I’m a lot more than okay.” she breathily replied, a dazed smile following the words. Did she really taste any different to anyone else? Or did she simply taste very good to him because they were in love? Part of her wanted to ask, to muse, to discuss. But that was a conversation for a different time. Later. “No, but if thats the case then you shouldn’t have to look elsewhere for sustenance.” Her voice remained soft as he spoke. Maybe she could get him to at least consider it. Feeling her panties come off oh so swiftly, Mary tried very hard not to blush again. Now he could see and feel all of her. It filled her with excitement but also a hint of dread. Spurned by her fears that her looks would be disappointing to him somehow. Humming in approval, she hung onto him, not at all surprised that he was carrying her around. She got to remain in his arms and that was all that mattered. With the water running over them, Mary felt a little less flustered than before. It was really nice. Though she hardly had time to consider it any further, once more preoccupied with his lips, hers gently returning pressure, unable to keep from sighing, delving easily back into the passion and certain urgency from before. 

There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in Mary’s mind. Hvitserk had shown her time and time again that he would never hurt her, that all he wanted was for her to be safe, happy and loved. And to be honest she hadn’t needed all of that to ask him to drink from her. She’d wanted to ask him since the first time they were together, when he’d so very gently deflowered her. But she supposed it was all deeper now. Tied to their love for one another, their bond of trust, of companionship. It had come to mean a lot more than if she had asked the first time. And for that she was glad, because if anything she could be the one to show him a gesture of trust and faith. When he pulled back to look at her, she stared right back at him, eyes only reflecting what she was feeling. Anticipation, love, exhilaration. She couldn’t help but shiver slightly again, feeling his lips only, getting to a point where she could hardly remember to breathe, she was so fixated on what was about to happen. And when his fangs finally pierced her skin, Mary could do nothing else but moan in ecstasy. Welcoming that feeling of total bliss. She’d never taken drugs before, but she didn’t know of a better comparison. It was like being high, but not on a substance, on a person. With each pull of his lips, drinking her blood she felt utterly relaxed, peaceful, like she was right where she should be. And it was all twice as intense, given that his hands were moving all over, making it very hard to keep still, making her whine in need. It was over all too quickly. Yet she was feeling even more dizzy and breathless than before, leaning her forehead back against his and gazing into his eyes, breathing hard. 

Mary didn’t know if she would wake up one day and be able to grasp and understand how out of all the women he’d met, not just one lifetimes worth but too many to count, she was the one he’d chosen to open his heart to. He told her she was special, different, and she wanted to believe that, to see the strengths and qualities she had to offer, but it was hard to. She struggled seeing herself trough his eyes, but she cherished the times when he told her what he saw. And he definitely made her feel special. More than that he made her feel like there was this new life waiting for her, one she hadn’t planned for or expected, but which could be truly amazing and spectacular. As long as it was with him. She just wanted to make sure that he in no way felt like a replacement for Evan. This love story, their love story, had to be theirs alone. He took her breath away every damn time they did this. His naked form was just rendering her speechless. It was so beautiful, so strong and sculptured by Gods that it was almost painful to look at for too long. While it also made her feel something wild inside. Like she wanted to fully loose control. It was hard not to let her eyes linger at his very proud, rock hard yet seemingly glistening member. Sure that he’d noticed, she blushed again, smiling timidly at his mix of compliments and rethorical question. Mary opened her mouth to respond, but once more she was distracted, moaning instead of speaking, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. “Bite me.” she murmured, unable to move, finding it hard to think, her body anxiously waiting. She remembered vividly what it was like, to be bitten, to be fed on, and it was something she longed for but hadn’t dared ask him to do before. Her breathing remained shallow, anticipation sky high, but somehow she managed to lift her bottom and guide her dress down her thighs, feeling it slid to the floor, leaving her only in her red lace lingerie. That was until he deftly removed her bra, his quick action making her gasp a little. Her nipples were so damn sensitive that his touch made her shiver again. And she wanted to move, to make him feel good in return, but her brain was frozen, silently begging for that which she had asked for. Waiting. 

It was still astonishing to her. That she could have any impact on the way he felt or thought. They were milennias apart in age, but somehow they’d connected. Truth be told, the more time she’d spent in his presence, the more aware she’d become of the fact that while he might be old and from another time, he was just a lonely soul. Just like her. Looking for companionship, for compassion, for love. With her inexperience though, she didn’t exactly know yet what to do, and regardless of that she had to be doing something right because when they were together, she seemed to become the centre of his universe. Which was.. well it was scary at first, but now it was becoming a privilege. Something that made her feel truly lucky. Lucky that he wanted her and that he trusted her. A small smirk played at the corner of her lips at hearing him moan in response to her touch. It made her feel oddly powerful in a way that was totally new but exciting. Feeling him pull away, she made a small noise of protest, though she also had to admit that her lungs were about to burst, making her inhale and exhale quickly the second her lips were left to their own devices. Then his shirt came off and even though it wasn’t the first time she’d seen him without it, her breathing halted and her eyes widened. Now when they kissed, she trailed her fingers down across his chest, gently at first, feeling her way. Yet when she felt his hands on her thighs, she decided to let her impatience guide her. And so her fingers went to his waist, carefully but decisively unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down. In natural response, her legs spread for him, his fingers leaving trails of fire on her skin, her core flushed with this tingling sensation the closer they came.. “Hmm, I think you’re right but.. what do you want me to about it?” she innocently asked back, tilting her head curiously. Since being coy wasn’t her strength, Mary reached her left hand back to pull down the zipper on her dress before looping her arms out, feeling the fabric fall forward, exposing her red lace bra. 

A small, content sigh left her lips as she drew her in even closer, always so grateful for his boldness and self assuredness. She could still get awkward about it even if that had little to do with him and more to do with her nerves. But he wasn’t one to hesitate or think twice. It was so damn sexy. Hugging herself to him, Mary let out a soft laugh. “That might be wise.” she replied. “I liked it though.” It was worth adding, letting him know that he could do it more if he wanted to. She could easily understand the excitement over finally getting to spend time alone together. After all that was why she had suggested it. Playfully she stuck her tongue out at him at being called cute. Teasing a little. His kisses were distracting however, making her shiver just slightly and prompting an increase of pulse and breath. That low voice was music to her ears, a small giggle escaping her as he hoisted her up and had her wrap her legs around him. It was almost odd to be face to face all of a sudden, but also wonderful. Her lips returned pressure, yet letting him lead. Mary hardly noticed that they were moving, all too wrapped up in him. Though the sensation of those big, broad hands on her slim backside was impossible not to notice. This time her sigh was breathy, slipping out between her nostrils. Running her hands gently trough his hair, caressing the silky blonde locks, Mary could already feel her lungs beginning to burn, but she pushed the need for air away, knowing she needed to get better at breathing trough her nose while making out. Besides, it was all too worth it. 

The fact that she was just overall so tiny compared to him was something Mary had wondered if would be challenging at first. And she was pretty sure that was why he’d let down his guard some with her in the beginning. She didn’t pose the slightest threat, while she also looked quite fragile and in need of protection. Now she didn’t really mind that part anymore. Not when it was with him. As to the challenging aspect, she’d come to realize that size didn’t really matter. If you wanted to be close to someone, you figured out how to make it work. And Hvitserk had made it work from the moment they met. His concern was sweet, though she shook her head a little at his apology. “Its fine, I just forgot to close my eyes at first which made me a little dizzy. Its gonna pass.” she assured him, relishing in the sudden closeness. Feeling his body pressing against hers did nothing to help with the dizziness, and her stomach began to flutter uncontrollably. It was good that it was his turn to talk. Her eyes stayed attentively on his face, head tilting just a little. Her naked. Now that was pretty easy to arrange. “Hmm, how about we combine the two? A hot shower and ahm.. making love sounds heavenly.” Mary admitted, trying not to blush again, always finding it very difficult to talk about sex in general. But it didn’t mean that she didn’t want exactly that with him. 

Hvitserk moved one of his hands from her cheek to her waist, pulling her even closer to him. He nodded his head and placed a soft kiss against her foreehead when she said that she was fine. “I’ll give you a warning next time.” He told her with a slight chuckle. He was getting a little too excited about having her all to herself so he didn’t think before he picked her up and carried her home. He smiled down at her when she agreed to both of his ideas. “You’re cute.” He said before leaning down and kissing her cheek. “Your wish is my command, little one.” He said in a low voice. He moved both of his hand downwards and under her thighs so he could easily pick her, making her wrap her legs around his waist, so they were face to face, making it a lot easier for him to kiss her. He leaned forward and placed his lips softly against hers, keeping the kiss soft and slow at first. He walked them into the bathroom, where he sat her down on one of the counters, before he deepened the kiss, his hands on her ass to pull her flush against him. 

It had been everything she’d dreamed of and more, being able to be out and about with him like this. When they were together she felt like there was this bubble around them, allowing her to stay present in the moment, to have fun and laugh without feeling guilty or sad. As if her life was really just beginning, not having ended. She loved the sensation of his hands on her. From the smallest of squeezes to the firmest of grips.Well aware that the kiss was.. too short, just like a small promise of what could be coming, Mary tried to hold herself back, instinctively wanting to keep kissing him until there was no breath left in her lungs. Her smile was wide, filled with excitement. Though when he picked her up without warning, she could not help but squeal, then laugh. It was a rush, feeling as if she was flying backwards, though at some point she felt a little dizzy and decided to close her eyes. When he set her down, Mary had to grab his shirt not to topple over, giggling a little. “I got that, loud and clear.” she said, her tone a little teasing as she leaned into him a little, both because she wanted to, and because she kind of felt a little unsteady. “What are you most excited about?” she playfully asked.  

Hvitserk steadied her when she leaned against him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone that fast. Are you okay?” He asked her, concern lacing his voice as he placed his hands on both of her cheeks, drawing her in a little further. He stepped further into her personal space so that their bodies were pressed together, her tiny body against his broad one. “Well. A couple of things. We have a few options here.” He started, his voice just as playful as hers. “We could take a bath together, which I would love since that would mean your body naked against mine. I would also love to make love to you, which would mean you’re naked as well. Actually, I just having you naked would make me really excited.” Hvitserk told her with a grin. He was never one to tiptoe around what he wanted so why would he start now.

Tatiana fake gasped, horror tainting her features dramatically. “Please, no more. I can’t hear any more of that — fashion blasphemy.” Of course she knew someone as free spirited as Hvitserk wouldn’t give two flying shits about designer brands and haute couture idols. “What incident? I have been away and disconnected for so long that I barely know what’s happening anymore. Does it have anything to do with that sweet blonde you claimed?” The human asked “I have been fine, honestly. The time away has done me well – I got a spectacular tan, came back with better hair and better clothes. What more could I want?”

Hvitserk chuckle at her antics and shook his head playfully. “Stop being so dramatic, Miss ‘I know everything about fashion’. I’m a meathead what did you expect?” He said with a grin on his face. “Currently, I haven’t claimed her. Something happened. I left, got betrayed, tortured....you know you’re casual vacation. They removed my claim and I lost her trust. We’re currently working on that so we’ll see how it goes.” He said with a shrug. “You do look spectacular I have to agree. I am glad you’ve been well.” He smiled.

Mary smiled back at him, having one of those moments where she felt like the luckiest girl around. Which was a feeling she treasured, given all the challenges she had faced in the last year alone. And one of the reasons why it felt idiotic of her to not just go all in with Hvitserk. Because no one made him feel like he did, and she knew what the feeling meant. Three little words. Eight letters. Yet whenever she was close to saying them, she stopped herself.. “Me too. My best days are all with you. Cool, then we’ll do that I guess.” She grinned when he said he would win her something. Like a small child being promised a toy she was all beaming and skipping as they made their way over to the booth. And while having to interact with a stranger did dampen her sudden spirits a little she bounced back fast. The next few hours were a lovely blur of eating ice cream and cotton candy, playing more games and simply watching the ferris wheel. Heights had never really been her thing. Though the place was getting even more crowded, and Mary could feel it wearing on her. Tugging Hvitserk with her to the side, where they were free from people surrounding them, she reached up and laced her fingers behind his neck, standing on her tippy toes to reach up. “How about we go back to your place?” she asked, being brave enough to follow the question with a light, short yet sweet kiss. 

Spending the day with Mary made Hvitserk feel like he could finally breathe again. It was an incredible day and he had a lot of fun. More fun that he had in centuries and that’s all because of this little blonde human being that stole his dead, unbeating heart. Though he felt more alive than he ever did with her by his side. The vampire followed her easily to the side when she pulled him slightly, looking down at her expectantly. He put his hands gently on her waist when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned down slightly to make it a little easier for her. Before he could respond to her request, she kissed him and he kissed her back happily, releasing a little sigh when she pulled back from his lips. “Of course. Let’s go.” He said excitedly, before he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a cavemen, a laugh escaping his lips. He tried really hard not to use his vampire speed to get home, because he didn’t want to make the human sick, though he did move a lot faster than any human ever could. They made it to his apartment in record time and he set her down in the middle of it. “I’m sorry. I got excited.” He said sheepishly, giving her a soft smile.

“You know you can buy luxury fur and leather in Paris, right?” Tatiana’s smile only widened. “The premium kind, too. Givenchy, Chanel, Maison Margiela, Christian Dior… the list goes on and on. Besides, you could always visit one of their famous boulangeries. Enjoy a salmon quiche, a raspberry tart.. or who knows, try out some of their French blood.” Her eyebrow arched slightly before she broke out in a grin and leaned over to give the handsome vampire a hug. “Now, who would I be to deny you, of all people, a hug? How have you been doing, Hvit? It feels like it’s been forever, doesn’t it? ”

Hvtiserk frowned playfully before releasing a chuckle. “You’re saying all of these names and words and I don’t understand any of them. I am fine hunting my own fur thank you.” He told her, teasing her a little. He was never interested in luxurious items and those names meant absolutely nothing to him. The vampire hugged her back tightly, pulling back with a smile on his face. “It definitely feels like that, yeah. I have been well, more or less. There’s been an unpleasant incident but I have recovered from it so I am fine. What about you? How have you been?” 

As she looked to the side, from the corner of her eyes, Tatiana’s lips stretched out into a subtle smile, happy to have been met with the familiar face of one of the only people who didn’t absolutely annoy her. The urge to hug him was strong, but Tati kept to herself, merely letting out a chuckle. “Well, lucky you, huh? Guess you don’t have to worry about not being able to shop in high end places anymore, you can get on a plane and fly your ass to Paris anytime you’d like. Ugh, the world’s not fair.”

“Well, what would I do in Paris. That’s just silly.” He teased her, releasing a chuckle of his own. “Plus, I prefer fur and leather. You know, keeping it simple. It has worked for me for the past 1000 years.” He teased with a shrug of his shoulders, before turning his body to face her completely. “Now. Do I actually get a hug or is there a secret passcode I don’t know about?” Besides Mary, Tatiana was probably the only person he was being a little softer with. 

Tatiana was sat down on a bench, watching people pass her by as she enjoyed her chocolate rum ice-cream. Very peacefully, might I add - which was completely uncharacteristic for someone who often found herself actively seeking trouble. “Being poor sucks ass, ya know.” She told the person who’d sat down next to her. “Like, I don’t think I can deal with not buying myself a new pair of Versace sandals every other day.”

Hvitserk was walking aimlessly around town when he spotted a familiar face sitting on a bench. He walked over to her and sat down beside her, not saying anything until she spoke. “I can’t relate to that if I’m being honest. I am filthy rich.” He said with a chuckle, sending the woman a smirk.

Mary could rarely control her blushes when he was around, though unlike with other people, she liked it and feeling this way didn’t embarrass her or make her uncomfortable. She was eager to be with Hvitserk, despite her conflicting feelings. They always had a good time and she felt safe with him, as if nothing or no one could touch her. “Maybe we are, though its nice to spend some time out and about regardless.” she replied with a smile, her blush once again deepening at the touch of his lips, loving the mix of warmth and sparks they sent coursing trough her body. Nodding a little, easily reassured by him, she allowed herself to take stock of the festival set up. Booths with games, a ferris wheel, booths selling food and candy. Mary squeezed Hvitserk’s hand back, tilting her head as she tried to decide where they should go. “Well with that unfair advantage you could win me a teddy bear. Bottle toss perhaps? And then maybe ice cream?” she suggested, leading them across the dock to the booth in question. “We’ll both try.” she quietly told the guy in charge, excited to take a stab at it. 

Hvitserk smiled warmly at her when she blushed at his actions. It was always endearing to see her reactions to the things that he does. It made him feel special. He figured out rather quickly that the blush she has when she’s nervous and the blush that she has when she’s with him, are two entirely different things. “I always enjoy the time we get to spend together, little one. And ice cream sounds good.” He told her honestly, his smile still in place. “Sounds good to me. I will definitely win you something.” He told her as they walked over to the bottle toss. The vampire placed another kiss on the side of Mary’s head after she talked to the guy, in reassurance. He paid the guy before he turned towards his date. “Why don’t you go first.” 

Mary knew that she could keep comparing the two vampires, the two men who’d won her heart, over and over. And yet the stark difference was that one was here. For her to touch, kiss, be held by, for her to talk to.. and one was not. And while she still felt guilty about Evan’s death, still felt responsible, she knew he would want her to be happy. He would want her to move on and find happiness with someone else. It all just felt really unfair, as if she’d lost her chance at it all once before and didn’t entirely deserve a second chance. Yet Hvitserk definitely did deserve the same things. A lot more than she did. And wouldn’t she be cruel to deny him that just because she couldn’t sort out her emotions? She always felt embarrassed when she stuttered, though somehow he so quickly managed to make it okay. At this point it wasn’t so much out of any negative nerves, purely positive ones. She wasn’t and would never be scared of him, but she was still somewhat intimidated whenever they met, shy when they were close no matter how elated she also felt. “Sure. Its like our first date.” she said, a little smugly. Not surprisingly, she was beaming at him already, though feeling her pulse quiet just a little in response to his touch. Deliciously cold fingers pressing against her skin. “I guess. Crowds kind of stress me out. But I’ll manage. Any favorite games you want to start with?” 

Hvitserk smiled down at the tiny human, happy that he gets to spend some time with her. He always wanted to be around her but he respected her boundaries. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when she referred to this as their first date. “I feel like we have been way past our first date, little one. But I will take it.” The viking said with a wink, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. He couldn’t help but touch her or kiss her as much as he could, without actually disrespecting her boundaries. “We can leave at any time you want. If you feel uncomfortable, let me know and we will go somewhere else.” He said softly, giving her hand an encouraging squeeze. “I probably have an unfair disadvantage at any game at this festival. Being a vampire and all that. So why don’t you pick.” 

Mary often felt bad these days, as if she was holding out on Hvitserk because she couldn’t quite figure out what her heart wanted or was ready for. There was no doubt in her mind that she did love him, yet she couldn’t entirely decipher how much of that love was based on simply current emotions that he alone had inspired, and what she could trace directly back to her dead fiancee. Wasn’t it more cruel to agree to be with someone if you couldn’t tell the difference? Or if you weren’t sure if those feelings would ever go away? She didn’t want to ever make him feel as if she was simply replacing him with Evan, filling a void that no other person on the planet really, truly could entirely fill or fit into. And yet, when he appeared close to her, speaking softly and kissing her cheek.. he took her breath away. “H-Hi.” Mary smiled at him, feeling that childish joy of knowing something exciting was about to happen. “Of course, thank you for asking me. Y-Yeah?” she blushed, folding and unfolding her hands, wrestling with her nerves. “You look great too.” 

Hvitserk has lived over 1000 years so he was a patient man. He didn’t mind giving Mary some time and space to figure out her own feelings. He wanted her to be at ease with what she felt and who he was. They had all the time in the world, so the viking was more than okay with waiting. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t court her. Though he would certainly stop if she asked him to. Hvitserk smiled at the little stutter Mary had when she greeted him. It was endearing. “Thank you for agreeing.” He returned with a soft smile. A smile that was only reserved for Mary. “Thank you, little one.” He said before he gently took her hand and interlaced their fingers, hoping to calm her nerves a little. “Ready to explore the festival?” He asked her.

Natasha could feel it in the air. The excitement, the tension, all of it. She was feeling more and more on edge, but she was excited. Good or bad, she was always up for a little action, and she had a distinct feeling that there would be plenty of that around here. She licked her lips a little, as she walked, closing her eyes briefly, flaring her nostrils and inhaling deeply, before catching the scent of someone else. Someone near her. 

“And, just what do you think you’re doing?” she growls gently, before turning to her company. “Excited for the festival, darling?”

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“Well apparently I am not good at sneaking up on people. Though that wasn’t my intention anyway.” He vampire told her with an unimpressed look on his face, if you looked closely you could probably see a hint of smile. “I certainly am. It reminds me of the old times and the festivities we’ve had back in the days.” He explained to her.