Viking Syverson AU Part 1
Viking!Sy Au
Decided to split it into 2 Parts. Maybe three
Word Count: 3.5
TW: arranged marriage, smut, nudity, both POV
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NSFW PIC UNDER THE CUT: INSPO PIC
You always enjoyed being the daughter of the leader of your tribe. But when it was decided that the two neighboring tribes were to be united to protect them from the brewing war you felt ice cold. Your tribe was not known for its warriors but for its farmers, merchandisers and healers. While the men from the north were far more vicious. Located directly at sea they had to harden themselves, to protect their own from raiders. The realization that a unification was done through marriage of the leading families and that you were the obvious and only choice made your heart pump and your legs twitch. Quickly you glanced at the door. But you couldn't, this was your duty as the tribe daughter but you had to admit it was the first time you envied your friends. They could choose whoever they want to marry.
Walking around the village after the wedding was announced did not help your worries. The raspy whisper, the gaps of outrage that one of theirs was to marry a brutal north-man struck pity in their hearts. Low voices spoke of their abnormal customs of shaving their head. That they would have wild beards and wilder nature. It did not help your situation when you heard the whispers of the townspeople every time you stepped out of your house. And the pitying looks some of them gave you made you angry and nervous all the same. It was said that your soon to be husband was a beast. Broad and covered in hair almost like a bear. Stern and unyielding like the winters cold. They claimed that he once tore the head of his enemy off their body with his bear hands. That they had to replace his horse every few weeks due to the sheer weight of him, the horses would suffer too much and give out.
You excused yourself quickly. Even though the claims sounded nothing short of ridiculous such a man could not exist. A small part of you feared and believed that this is true. Maybe it was your youth that made room for naive thoughts but you started to believe the rumors to be true. Making your way home as hastily as you could, fear seeping into your body. You didn’t know if it was worse to know or not know what your future husband was like. Maybe now you could at least prepare yourself for it. You would only see your betrothed once before the wedding. Just thinking about what you would have to do made your face feel hot. You had witnessed it once and you felt so embarrassed that you looked away.
Tomorrow you will “inspect” the Captain. It is tradition for tribe leaders that when you marry, the woman will make sure the manhood of her future husband will please her. After all it will be his responsibility to take care of her. Providing her with a home, food and satisfaction sexually so the line will continue. To say you were nervous would be an understatement you were beyond scared. You had never seen one and didn’t know what to expect. All you had to go on was the giggles and gossip of the women around you.
Slipping into bed you tried to get a bit of sleep but your heart wouldn’t let you. The next morning you were tired and by the look in your mothers eyes it was noticeable. You quickly ate your breakfast before following her to the wash house. There several women were gathered. Normally you enjoyed bathing with the other women. It was a relaxed atmosphere everyone would spill the gossip that had compiled over the week but this was not some Sunday bathhouse trip. It was the day of your first meeting. Every woman came with some kind of gift. A soap infused with the most wonderful smells for your hair, Oil for your skin, bath salt, and a dress. It was more of a night gown almost sheer and loose fitting after all it was to replicate the scenario of your wedding night with your husband. Oh gosh you were already referring to him as your husband. Guess it was just easier to commit to fate and banish dreams.
The warm water soothed some of your tension in your body. Breathing in deeply when your mother started washing your hair. Letting the intoxicating sense of flowers encase you. The women were talking in low voices sensing your nervousness but respectful enough not to say anything. They went over the typical topics, their husbands' idiocy, preparation for this winter and what they wanted accomplished next week.
All too soon you had to leave the bath. Kali came up to you putting some oil on a cloth and started to rub it all over your body. Kali provided the women in town with all sorts of oils and bath salts and you felt comforted in her knowing hands. She started massaging knots out of your tense back and legs. The warm touch was a relief if only someone could sooth your mind like this. Once she was finished your skin felt soft and glowed. However your nervousness came back when your mother brought your dress over to you. It fell to your ankles, the fabric was one of the fines you had ever felt. It was tighter across your chest highlighting the swell of your breast. The cold of the air made your nipples stick out drawing attention to them.
Taking a deep breath you took your mothers hand holding onto it tightly. As you neared the door your breath got shallow and you felt faint. Now they were going to get you ready to meet your husband. Comb out your hair and make your face look presentable. Your feet were stuck to the floor. Your mother turned to you. “Mother I can not. I- please.” The comments of the people around you got to you. You imagined a man as broad as a bear. With the vicious smile of a wolf and a voice as strong as thunder. He would crush you. How could a man like this not break you? You will be miserable. Stumbling back tears sprung to your eyes. “Y/N it will be alright. You have to breathe. It will be okay.” “No mama please. He will break me.” Stepping closer to you she took your hands in hers. “Honey you need to breathe.” Nodding, you started to take some deep breaths. You could feel the eyes of the other women on you. Shame washed over you. You were supposed to be a leader, a strong woman your people could look up to, put their faith in your hands to lead. After all this is what you were prepared for your whole life.
Kali stepped up to you putting a coat around your shoulders to comfort you a bit. “What do you want to know,” she said in a steady voice. It was soothing hearing her talk without judgment in her voice. Turning to her, her eyes showed understanding. “I do not know,” you breathed out. Smiling, she pushed a hairstrant out of your face. “I have heard so many things about him. How merciless he is on the battlefield, cold and violent. How-” You bit your lips averting your eyes. “How could he be gentle with you?” Kali finished the sentence. You nodded your head, avoiding everyone's eyes. Sighing your mother took you by the arm walking you over to the seating era. “My sweet daughter I know you must be scared but do not shut us out. We can help you. We have all laid with men.” Raga saw the uncomfortable look on your face so she quickly got you a glass of honey med. She had a twinkle in her eyes like she knew exactly what you were going through. You took a deep gulp. “I do not know what to expect,” you admitted. The other women were smiling encouragingly. “A man can be violent when someone is trying to take away his home and from what I hear the Captain is one of the most vicious but what you need to understand is that you will be part of his home. His violence will not be directed at you. And if it ever is then he should hope the gods protect him for we will come for him.” Your mother’s word took some of your worry. You knew this was not an empty threat, every woman in here would murder the man who dares lay a hand on any of them. “I also heard that it hurts.” Raga snickered: “No, not when he knows how to please a woman.” Shooting Raga a side glance, Kali clarified. “Your body will know what to do. Do not shy away from what it tells you.” “But how will I be able to know if he will please me? I have no idea what it is supposed to look like.” “Well my daughter, a man looks different. Just like we look different from each other. My advice would be to cup his balls. This is where his fertility lies to make sure they feel heavy. But be gentle. Men are very sensitive there.” Your face felt hot again but you appreciate the advice anyways.
Suddenly the sound of horns echoed through the village. He is here.
You took your mothers hand again walking to the room adjoining the bath house. There your mother took up the brush and started to de-tangle your hair. Your father would be greeting your future husband right now. They would share a welcome med before going to your family home. Captain Syvderson’s most trusted men would accompany him. While your fathers advisers and their families would be there too.
Raga was putting some residue of red beet on your cheeks. Kali handed her some butter for your lips to moisturize. Your mother put the brush down and secured the cloak tightly around you. She leaned into your ears. “It will all be okay trust in the gods. Freya will guide and protect you as will we.” Closing your eyes you took a deep breath and stood up. Time to face your fate.
Making your way out of the bathhouse you will yourself to breathe steadily. Yet when you saw the massive riders waiting in front of your house you could barely catch your breath. They were tall and broad, even broader than you imagined. They stood proudly and were covered in fur coats. They were alerted to your presence eyeing the women as if to guess who the bride to be was. Pulling your shoulders back you walked as confidently as you could towards your house acknowledging the rider with a small bow. They were all looking at you in interest and something else but what you could not tell.
The women lined up in front of you entering the house leaving you til last. If you had thought the men outside were broad and tall then you were sorely mistaken. The men next to your father truly looked like he had the body of a beast. You were right he would break you.
His eyes were fixated on you, watching your every move as if you were his prey. In some sense you were. His prized possession. “Ah here she is. Captain Syverson may I introduce you to my daughter Y/N.” Your father took your hand in his walking you over to the Captain. Up close he was even broader, he could swallow you whole. Willing for your shaking to go away you fell into a small courtesy. He bowed acknowledging. “For a long time I had longed to meet my future wife.” You did not know why but him saying the word future wife out loud made you wince. It all had felt more like a dream but there was no denying now. The beast will be your husband. You could not muster up the courage to say a word, deciding to stare at him instead. Your eyes flickered back and forth between his eyes trying to find some of the mercilessness and violence his reputation promised. But you could not find it. They were deep blue, watchful and almost warm, if it was not for his piercing stare as if he was looking right through you and your facade of bravery. Finally you mustered up the courage to breathe out: “It is an honor to meet our brothers and sisters from the north.” His lips twitched as if he was amused but you could not find anything amusing in your situation. Silence filled the room making you twitch uncomfortable on the spot. Syverson seemed unbothered by it, continuing to watch your every move. After a while your father stepped in. “I have to thank you again Captain Syverson, for agreeing to our tradition. I was made aware that this is not something you do in the north.” Syverson turned slightly to your father glancing at the man who stood a foot shorter than him. “It is my pleasure.” At that he glanced at you again with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Stepping closer to you he grinned down at you as if to say that he would have fun with this, with you. “Shall we.” Without waiting for an answer he began untying the front lazes of his pants. His confidence should have assured you but it had the opposite effect it made your hands shake. What have you gotten yourself into? You looked up from his hands who had worked his pants open. He was staring at you, some warmth seeped into his eyes at your obvious nervousness. So not completely heartless? You quickly glanced around the room, your eyes landing on your mother. She made a small cupping motion with her hand. Nodding you lifted your hand. Some women preferred to push down the man's pants to fully inspect but you were too scared you would faint, as ridiculous as it sounded. Taking a deep breath your hands touched the spot right under his navel. it was warm and covered in hair just like the people said he was. But feeling his warmth gave you some reassurance. He was not entirely cold blooded like the people said he was. A north man so merciless that his skin turned cold. A shaky breath left you. Not being able to resist you stepped a bit closer only a couple of inches between you. You looked up at him, truly looking for the first time. He was all what they said but strangely enough it was not unpleasant. His beard was wild and his head shaved but his demeanor gave him a calm aura. He was handsome, you admitted reluctantly. Apparently you had stared at him a bit too long. Suddenly the soft touch of his hand could be felt on your elbow encouraging you to go on. Biting your lip you could feel your face heat up. It was so quiet in the room and this is not how you wanted to feel your first manhood. You raked your head for an idea how you could possibly get out of this. Your hand brushed the trail of hairs right before his pants started. Suddenly you could feel a gush of warm breath on your face. Quickly you looked up, his eyes were darker than before and his breathing more deeply. Confused you tried to ignore it but the sight made something in your lower abdomen tighten. Shakely you slipped your hands in. Here the hair was even wilder, threading your fingers through it you went lower not knowing what you were supposed to look out for. You gasped out when you felt the velvety skin and froze.
You willed your hands to move, to do anything but you could not. The pulse between your legs got stronger and you felt your face go red. You had only ever felt this pulse in your most private moments alone and late in the night. It was humiliating feeling it now, in front of all these people. Did they know?
As if he was sensing your panic he squeezed your elbow before letting go. He stuck his hands in his pants threading his fingers with yours. They were rough and so much bigger than yours. He gave them a tug full wrapping your hands around his cock. Your hand was too small to wrap around it entirely. Suddenly you remembered a conversation you had with Raga. It was a while back when you were both forming different things out of clay to sell on the market. You had to start with a thick long block of clay before you started to form the actual things. She started giggling claiming that we should leave it like this. “It sure would be pleasurable at night, maybe a bit too big.” You did not understand what she meant with that but now you did. Gasping you looked up at him. Surprise displayed on your face and your legs clenched. He had a satisfied smile on his face and pushed his cock more into your hands. You felt it twitch lightly making you almost pull back, if it were not for his hand wrapped around yours. He gave your hand a squeeze making you hold on tighter to his massive cock. A growl rumbled low in his chest. Then his hands guided you lower and you felt two warm balls. The skin felt thin and you remembered what your mother said. Gentle! he drew his hand back a bit and you cupped them weighing them in your hands. They felt heavier in your hand than you expected and bigger too. That was a good sign right? Everything so far pointed to him being able to please you and you weren’t sure if you should be happy about it or not. But the lower part of your body surely was. So you took the advice from your mother and listened to your body. So it came that you lightly squeezed his balls, caressing them with your thumb. His reaction was violently visible. He shuttered and a harsh breath left his lips. His hand was around yours in a second stopping you from doing more. His eyes were blown wide. and you felt some moisture on your wrist. Frowning you looked down, trying to see through his pants what it was. But suddenly reality kicked in, reminding you where you were and that people were watching you. Feeling your face burn like thousand suns you ripped your hand out of his pants. You looked over to the women; they all had small smiles on their face and Raga looked ready to burst out laughing. Shame washed over you. Quickly you took a step back and gave a small nod to signal that he would please you. You felt Syversons eyes on you, never leaving you even when his father talked to him. You did not hear any of it. You just stood there trying to disappear into the ground. You felt utterly embarrassed.
Big and grimed up boots suddenly stepped into your sight on the ground. Looking up the Captain stood in front of you his pants were re-laced. “I fear here is where I will take my leave. I am more than happy that you approve of my manhood. That it will please you.” His words sounded honest but the twinkle in his eyes screamed of mischief. He had seen how you had reacted and now was enjoying every second of your humiliation. Gods give me strength not to kill this man, you thought. You fell into a courtesy not acknowledging a word he said. His hand reached out taking the one you just had stuck down in his pants. He stepped closer blocking everyone from your view. He leaned down as if to kiss your hand in a show of sweet affection but instead he took a long drag with his tongue from the ball of your hand up to your wrist where the weird wetness from earlier was. Your legs trembled, your lower abdomen tensing. He kissed the liquid off your wrist sloop before rising up again. “Goodbye little flower.” With this he turned away from you making his way out of the house. The men of his tribe and yours followed behind him. Only the women remained. Once the door was closed you released the breath you were holding. Oh gods what man am I marrying, you thought. Your womanhood gave another pulse when you heard his strong voice calling out for the men to move out. It was a different kind than he had used for you. Harsher and stronger, making you realize that you truly were his prey and he had lured you into his trap making you submit to him with your forbidden desire.
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Oh please do write the next parts! This is amazing! And would you add me to your taglist please?
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