Author's note: Hey guys! This is another one imagine with Hvitserk. I am thankful to you for your support, it means a lot to me. Thank you so much guys!
Pairing: Hvitserk x Reader.
Genre: Smut, angst, drama, romance.
Summary: You are one of Hvitserk's women, but not for long.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, strong language, jealousy.
You were awake for a while but you didn't move, you didn't want to wake Hvitserk, who was supposed to sleeping next to you. You turned so slow, because you wanted to see his face. He was so peaceful when he was sleeping. You turned but you faced just empty furs. You felt disappointed, about that and wrapped your furs better around your body.
He wasn't sleeping with you anymore. Even when he actually came to lay with you, it was like he did it out of duty. It was like he didn't want to be there. It wasn't like you were his wife, you were just one of his lovers, but since that slave girl, that Margrethe, showed up, he had totally forgotten about you and his mind was with her. He wanted to be with her all the time. That broke your heart, but if he was happy with that woman, you would be happy too, but this, whatever it was, it was bad for you and you had to tell him.
The people of Kattegat weren't kind ones. They had already spoken about you and how stupid you were. You had refused some nice men just to be with Hvitserk and he repaid you that way. You didn't care much about their sayings. You cared about Hvitserk, but for your own good you had to move away from him. Apparently, he wanted Margrethe and whatever he was doing with you was just because he had to because you had refused all those men for him and he thought it as his duty to laying with you.
You were a jealous woman that was true. You didn't want your man be near other women, but Hvitserk wasn't yours, so you had no right to be jealous. He was clear to you. He had told you that he laid with any other woman he wanted. If you didn't agree with that, you would lose him. At first you didn't care so much because you didn't feel that you love him. You just wanted to lay with him, but that didn't last long, because you fell hard for him.
You were a fierce and proud woman, you had managed even to be an important part of the shieldwall and that was something that Hvitserk liked. You had even managed to be one of his regular women. Actually, you were the one that he laid with regularly. You were the first on his list. Until Margrethe managed to steal everything. She had the exclusiveness. He hardly ever had time for the others and sometimes he came to you.
You hated her from the first moment you saw her. She thought she could have all the younger sons of Ragnar. Well, she could. She had Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd. Only Ivar wasn't hers, but undoubtedly she would attract him too. It was normal for slaves like her to want to be with their masters. Slaves seeked power and wanted to be free and these thing a prince had them let alone three soon-to-be four of the sons of the most famous king. You should have congratulated her, it was a great achievement to seduce three princes, three sons of Ragnar.
But still, maybe they were too much of idiots to share the same woman. What kind of a man would have agreed to something like that?
Maybe she was too staid to do such a thing.
You left your warm furs and stood up from the bed, you put on some clothes and braided your hair tightly. You had to get out of this house, to take some fresh air and meet people. You were walking through market, greeting people when someone stopped you. It was Arvid, your mlst persistent suitor. He had already asked you to marry him three times and you had refused it all of them, but he didn't stop. He continued to bother you.
"Arvid." You greeted him, by calling his name and he smiled. He wasn't bad. He was a skilled warrior and he was also a good man. He was just a little bit arrogant.
"(Y/N). How are you?" He asked you and started walking next to you. Every time he saw you, he did the same thing. That was something that not only you hated, but Hvitserk did as well. You were one of his women, the women he laid with, his and this man couldn't be so close to you for his own good. Maybe he was attracted to Margrethe along eith his brother, but he was ro you as well. You were the woman he admired.
His sharp gaze followed your every move. His playful green eyes was dark, something that wasnt unnoticed by his brothers. It wasn't the first time he saw that man bothering you. The last time Ubbe was the one who prevented him from punching him and Ubbe was there this time too to do the same think.
"I think that she will accept him this time." Sigurd spoke and looked over at your place, where you were trying to be polite to Arvid and don't tell him to leave all alone. You didn't want another man, you just wanted Hvitserk.
When Hvitserk heard Sigurd's words he looked over at his place angry. Sigurd was more annoying than any other day, or he was that way every day but Hvitserk hadn't notice. He was too busy eating, drinking and taking care his women to notice Sigurd's mood.
"There it comes another bullshit of Sigurd." Ivar stated playfully and took asip from his ale. Sigurd was about to answer but Ivar was faster. "Firstly, nobody really cares about what your thinking Sigurd and secondly just look at the woman's body language. She wants to avoid him." Ivar spoke and rolled his eyes. He was right, that was exactly what you were doing at that moment but you tried not to be mean to him. Sigurd frowned out of anger. He had always been angry at Ivar with no reason.
"She just needs dick." Sigurd continued and this time Hvitserk was the one to react. If his eyes could kill, his brother would be dead by know. Ubbe could sense the tension and would stood to stop them. Ivar sensed it as well, but that was going to be to exciting to stop it.
"You don't know (Y/N). She needs no dick. She doesn't need anything. She is an independent woman and the next time you will dare to talk about one of my women you will clean your mouth first." He spoke harshly and drank all the ale that was inside his cup. All this scene was exciting for Ivar but not for Ubbe. He could see Hvitserk's look. He was angry and was about to do something. When Hvitserk was angry he did crazy things. He did things without think about the consequences. Actually, be had never really thought about the consequences.
None of the brothers talked, not even Sigurd. Margrethe came to the brothers. They all smiled when they saw her, even Ivar. That didn't go unnoticed from you. The look on your face sharpened qhen you saw her, Arvid noticed and looked at their place.
"I see. Just don't get bothered (Y/N). Do you think that Hvitserk Lothbrok had only you? No way (Y/N). That man fucks whatever has legs." He spoke and came closer to you. You stepped back angry, angrier than before. His words enraged you more than Margrethe's appearance. You didn't like people talking that way about you, let alone Hvitserk. You knew too well who was Hvitserk and what you were getting yourself into.
"I know very well who Hvitserk is, I don't need a man like you to tell me, Arvid. Oh and to be clear even if they asked me to choose between death or not having Hvitserk, even the way I have him, I would choose death over losing Hvitserk. Even if Odin didn't welcome me to Valhalla, I would be happy to know that I have this man, so piss off before I lose my patience and you know what can I do when I lose it." Your voice were harsh along with your eyes. He frowned and turned to leave you alone, just the way you wanted. You wanted to be kind to him, but he was the one that spoke that way about Hvitserk.
"It's better this way. You deserve someone like Hvitserk who can't love you, who will hurt you!" He said. He wamted to enrage you more and he succeeded.
"Piss off!" You yelled and all market looked at your way. People started whispering about you. They had always been doing that. Hvitserk was one of all of them that was looking. He saw everything. You looked over at the crowd and them took the way thag led to the woods. Basically, you wanted to go to a particular spot. There was a tree, an old one. You went to that tree when you needed to relax and that moment you needed to relax.
Hvitserk's eyes followed your every move. He knew where you were heading to. He knew about that special place. He was the only one who knew about this place. He was about to comw to you but Margrethe stopped him by placing her hand on his chest. She looked at him seductively. She didn't want him to come to you.
"Hvitserk, come with me." She whispered to him and run her hand down his chest. He wasn't affected by that. The only thing he could think that moment was you. He didn't know what Arvid told you and in what condition you would be after that. He pushed her softly. She was shocked, Hvitserk had never refused her before. She didn't take her hand, in fact she got closer.
"If you don't come, forget me." She spoke and he frowned. She was attractive, yes, but she couldn't speak that way to him, she was a slave and he was his master, after all. His hand placed on her throat, Ubbe and Sigurd stood up to take him away from her. Ivar was the one who laughed at all these.
"Listen to me carefully. You are just a slave, nothing else and I am your master! I can do whatever! If you ever talk to me again like that, you will face my wrath. (Y/N) probably doesn't need me right now but I need her. Her! Maybe I was too blind to see that, but now I know. So stop your little tricks, that doesn't work with me, not anymore." He spoke and she nodded scared. When Hvitserk talked that way, he was scary. He seemed like another man when his anger took over. His hand left her throat and he looked at his brothers before he take the same path you took some minutes before.
You were there, to that old tree, laying on the mud and staring at the blue sky. He approached silently not wanting to scare you but he did. You stood up quickly and took your dagger on your hand.
"Easy woman its me." He spoke and you placed your dagger back and laid down to the ground again. He did the same thing as you. He laid down next to you. His scent invaded into your nostrils. It was the best thing you had ever smelled. You closed your eyes to enjoy this moments. That smell was on your furs after the nights you two spent together.
Suddenly, you open your eyes and stood up, he frowned but followed you.
"Why are you here? You should be with your brothers drinking, talking and Odin knows what else or....." You stopped. You couldn't say what was on your mind. You wanted to say or he would be with Margrethe and everyone knows what they would do, but he wasn't doing something of that. He was there with you and that was strange.
"What kind of question is that? I want to be with my woman is that wrong (Y/N)?" He asked you and you could spot something playful in his tone. You frowned. He was strange. He spent time with you only on early in the evening or the late hours of the night. It was late in the morning and you weren't use to him being arohnd you this time. Every time he came to you, you laid on your bed, had sex, you slept and he left you alone to go to Great Hall and have Margrethe after Ubbe or Sigurd. He spent the mornings on the Great Halls or somewhere else eating or pleasuring some of the other women he pleased, but most of the mornings he was on the Great Hall eating and talking with his brothers. You, on the other hand, spent your mornings training or wondering around Kattegat or the woods. You lived on your own and you had nobody to take care of. You had only Hvitserk and him for only some hours.
"It's not but I'm for your nights. I mean you came to me only the nights and-" You were saying but he stopped you by pushing you on the old tree. He was angry that day, you could understand that from the look on his face and his body language. You hissed when your body collided violently with the tree.
"Is that what you are thinking about me? Do you think that you are just some nights for me? If you think that, then you don't really know me (Y/N). You don't know me at all." He spoke harshly and pressed his body to yours. You could feel that his body was sharing it's warmth with your cold one. You turned your eyes for some seconds at his chest, you took a deep breath and then you looked back to his dark green eyes.
"What I am supposed to think, Hvitserk? Since you found that Margrethe you forgot about me, but I am okey with that! I have never told you nothing! Not because I am not jealous, I am so much jealous, but because you are not mine Hvitserk! And I am okey with that! I am okey! If this is the only way to have you for some time, I accept it! I have already accepted it!" You yelled to him. You fought hard with the tears that was forming on your eyes and were about to be dropped. You didn't want to cry in front of him. You didn't want him to see you at such condition or see you so weak.
The smirk that had formed earlier on his face faded and he looked at you confused. He had never thought that you felt like that. Well, he knew that you had feelings, you had refused all that men for him, but he didn't think that you believed that. He was thinking your words. They were replaying in his head non-stop. He exhaled a breath that he didn't know he was keeping and looked at you eyes. You were waiting desperately for his answer. He knew that he should tell about the feelings ge felt about you as well. He tried to avoid them, but that was impossible. They only grew stronger each time. Margrethe was just a way to forget about you, but he couldn't and now he was about to let you know. You had enough of this shit. You deserved something great and he wanted to give it to you. He would try to do his best to be the man you deserved.
"That's not what you deserve (Y/N). You deserve to have someone who loves you deeply, someone who is honorable and will take care of you. I don't know if I am that man, I only know that I have some really strange feelings for you. I have never felt like that ever again. I was a coward and I avoided them, that's why I was spending so much time with Margrethe. The truth is that I love you, woman and if you accept me I want to try to be the man you need. I want to try for you." He said truthfully. He was looking at your eyes all the time he was talking. You were shocked. You wanted him. You wanted him more than anything.
You wanted him when you didn't know about his feelings, when you shared him with any other woman. From now on he would be yours. You would be an idiot if you sent him away, just because you were stubborn. You couldn't lie that you didn't want him. You couldn't tell him to leave, you would hate yourself if you did such a thing. You were head over heels for him and he was for you as well. Now you knew that too.
He was waiting for your answer, but you didn't have any reaply for him. His words caught you off guard. You had to do something. You grabbed him by his clothes and kissed him roughly. His reaction was kind of late but you didn't mind. When he understood what you were doing he kissed you back and he was in charge now. His tongue entered roughly your mouth and played with yours. You kissed for a long time, you only pulled away when you needed to breathe, but he didn't let you. Your body was stil trapped between the old tree and his strong body.
His dark green eyes were on your own eyes. He looked at you carefully, he didn't lose any move that you did. Nobody of you two talked or moved. You were just watching each other and it was getting uncomfortable for you. He liked that, he liked watching you. You dropped your eyes to the ground but his fingers on your chin forced you to look back at him.
"Hvitserk." You just muttered his name and he smiled widely. He liked how his name sound when it came out from your mouth. He leaned to kiss you again but you pushed his chest slightly and stopped him. He looked at you frowned, he thought you wanted him. You did want him, but you were confused about what was going to happen between you two. "Before anything else I need to ask you what is happening now. So what is happening?" You tried to say without lose your words and he smiled again, he leaned closer to you and pulled your braided hair out of the way.
"Now you are my only woman and I am your man. Only your man. Your Hvitserk." He spoke and kissed your neck. All your body shivered when you listened his words and he understood it. He liked the fact that you were vulnerable before him. After all, he was the one who drive you that way. You were madly in love with him. "I just want you saying my name again. Say it again, (Y/N)." He spoke. He was still kissing your neck when he was talking. You moaned softly, the way he liked the most.
"Hvitserk." You said his name again and he groaned. You smiled when you listened him. "Sweet Hvitserk." You said again and he stopped kissing you this time. He was just looking you hungrily. You knew too welly that insatiable look on his face. He wanted to have you, all of you, here and now. Nothing and none could stop Hvitserk when he needed you, when he wanted you. He lefted the skirts of your dress quickly and placed his hand too close your entrance, you tried not to moan when he touched you, but it seemed impossible. "You want it here?" You asked him and he nodded. After that, he entered two of his fingers inside you and you almost yelled. He grinned and started to move his fingers fast and in wild pace inside you. He knew well what he was doing. He knew exactly where to touch you. He had done it a thousand times before. He had learned all your weak spots.
You moaned insanely, until he stopped. Before you ask why, he dropped on his knees and his hands lifted your dress up to your belly. He kissed your thigh and motioned you to open your legs. You gasped, knowing what he was going to do. He was going to eat you up. This was his favorite thing. You opened your legs. He looked one last time, before place his head between your thighs. His tongue licked your entrance and you tried not to scream. His skilled tongue entered you and he screamed because of the pleasure. He did what he was doing with his fingers before, but the feeling was different. His tongue could drive you crazy.
Your moans was loud and he loved listening to them. You felt that thing on your belly, meaning that you were about to cum. He understood that too, because your walls clenched around him.
"Hvitserk!" You screamed when you released yourself on his mouth. He licked all of your juices and then he stood up and kissed you hard. You tried to catch your breath, but his hand on your butt didn't help you at all. He was squeezing it. His lips let yours and they moved to your neck. His mouth were leaving marks all over your neck. Your nails raked his shoulders trying not to moan or something like that, you were on the woods, after all, anyone could see. "Hvitserk, let's go somewhere else! Somewhere.............. private." You were trying to say between your moans, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted you there. He wanted to claim you on that tree.
That man was insatiable when it came to sex. He could go a whole night without stop a bit, without cum. He pushed you over the edge. He drove you crazy. Your body was hurting everywhere after just a night with him.
He growled as an answer, as he did most of the times when you were having sex. He didn't stop, because he didn't mind people watching. Actually, he liked it. He liked people watching you knowing that you are only his woman.
He stopped leaving his marks on your body. You thought that you were goinvlg to leave, so when you tried to leave from that tree, he pushed you back there and when your back collided with the tree again, you moaned out of pain. He untied his pants impatiently and released his erection. When you saw it you gasped. He lifted your dress up and wrapped his hands around your waist. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He thrusted hard and deep inside you and you bit his shoulder not to scream. It was too difficult not to do it. He did thrusted you again deeper and harder than before. This time you didn't make it to reach his shoulder and you screamed his name. His smirked when he listened you and he pounded again rougher than the previous times.
"Hvitserk!" You screamed again. Your eyes were closed and tears were streaming down your cheeks along with sweat. You were a mess and he enjoyed this. Hvitserk was examining your mess of a face and was smirking.
After a little you couldn't control your release, you needed to free yourself around him. You tightened around him and your hands squeezed both of his shoulders.
"Hvitserk!!" You screamed louder than every other time and you let your body free. His hands tightened around your waist, so you wouldn't fall after this. He pulled himself out of you, without release and tied his pants. You stayed stuck on that tree, your juices run down your thighs. He let your dress fall down and hide your exposed body. Your eyes were following all his moves but you didn't move a bit.
When he saw you standing there, his hands trapped your inside it.
"Come, my love. We haven't finished yet." He whispered and pulled you close to him. It was going to be a long day.
