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Warning - Mentions of sex. Childhood neglect. Violence. Alcoholism
Synopsis - Best friends until….
Note - Everything in italics is a flashback.
Word count - 3283
As always, massive love to @punkrocknpearls for talking me through this, the amazing beta (pretty sure she got the characters better than I did!) and for the fabulous moodboard above. You da BEST!
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Your phone ringing wakes you up, it’s 3.30am and it’s Ubbe. Your stomach immediately lurches and you picture Ivar dead on a hospital bed; you know he was helping out with the business tonight.
“What’s wrong?? What happened?” Your can hear the terror in your voice, feel it in your stomach.
“Ivar is fine, I knew you would think the worst,” Ubbe reassures you. “Nothing is wrong with Ivar. Sorry to ring in the middle of the night. You OK?”
Summary: You attend Torvi and Ubbes’ engagement party and have to face Ivar after breaking up. You have a plan to ignore his existence and he doesn’t like that.
Angst, Fluff and some steamy make out scenes🥴
Word Count: 2.4k
Wrote this at 3:40am so probably not coherent or structured but for the love of god Ivar is just so goddamn beautiful🤧
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Today was Torvi and Ubbe’s engagement party which meant that today you would have to buck up and face Ivar again. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since moving out of his apartment a year ago and you couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably as you recalled that painful memory that plucked itself from deep inside your brain to the forefront.
He wore a bland expression, slouching against the door frame as you held a box containing the last of your lives together. Not a word was spoken between the two of you, instead you stared your goodbyes at each other, one mournful the other expressionless.
Summary: While at a family meeting Hvitserk receives an interesting call that sparks something more between the two of you.
Warnings: fluff, Hvits being a thirsty horndog, a bit of shyness/insecurity, and a tiny tiny hint of angst due to (requited) unrequited feelings
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, peeps! Here, stuff your faces in this cheesy, self-indulgent fic 🍭
-Many thanks and a kiss and a hug to @mrsalwayswrite and @xbellaxcarolinax for beta-reading this! The last ~400 words after the second cut were suggested by the first and written by the second, so I guess this is sort of a collab? 🤔 Go give them some love! 💖
Hvitserk was sitting at a tedious family business meeting absolutely bored out of his mind when his phone vibrated and your name popped up on his screen. He swiped up, opening his last conversation with you on some silly meme or another, and two very suggestive pictures of you appeared beneath them. He quit slouching and looked to the side, turning off the screen in a knee-jerk reaction and putting the mobile face-down on his thigh while he made sure no one was looking.
His four brothers were scattered around the spacious table. They were all staring ahead at the graphics in the slides on the TV screen on how to increase revenue by improving their company’s marketing for the upcoming Valentine’s Day weekend. The new stakeholders, Harald and Halfdan, were droning on and on, trying to convince Ragnar to approve of their ideas.
Hvitserk blinked owlishly and reopened your conversation, and suddenly, he couldn’t blink anymore. He gaped at the images like a kid on Christmas morning unwrapping the gift he’d been begging for all along. A wide smile appeared on his lips.
Wow.
Hvitserk wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve such a treat — especially unprompted — but he wasn’t about to complain. He zoomed in and out of your body, concentrating on little details. The first thing he noticed was the shape of your beautiful mouth, then the curve of your strong neck, and the way the fluorescents hit your silky skin, making you glow without a drop of makeup. Your full breasts were pressed together by the black fabric of the swimsuit that fit your curvy body like a glove. There was a long, daring mesh panel that began between your breasts, crossed your belly downwards, and ended on your hip.
Lord Odin, your hips…
They were plump and squeezable and he found himself wishing he could be inside that changing stall with you just so he could touch them. He’d be your shopping partner, tagging along to every store, paying and carrying all your bags without so much as a peep if it meant he got to enjoy your soft, gapless, kissable thighs in person.
Hvitserk confirmed what he sometimes mused about when he saw you dressed in oversized pants and too-big shirts: that you had a lush, bombshell body begging to be worshiped underneath those layers of clothes that you stubbornly wore for some reason. On Thor’s hammer, he’d be on his knees all day long adoring you if you were his girl.
The next picture of you turning your torso towards the mirror to show both sides of your bathing suit included an even more daring two-piece bikini that cut low on your breasts. It exposed your abdomen and revealed all that wasn’t covered by that skimpy red thong.
Fucking lucky piece of fabric.
It was equal parts sexy and scandalous.
Blood began pooling in low places for him; he zeroed in on that one for way too long, hunched over his chair leering at your derrière with such laser-point focus that Ubbe turned around.
He must’ve sensed Hvitserk’s excitement because of the way he narrowed his eyes at him with curiosity — to which Hvitserk shook his head, motioning so that he would leave him alone and return his attention to the front of the room.
Hvitserk wasn’t about to show Ubbe, your old college friend — and the reason you and Hvitserk had met — those pictures. Oh no. Those were for his eyes only.
Next thing he knew, his phone began vibrating.
You were video calling him.
He figured that from his position on the back of the conference room, he could answer the call, as long as he didn’t speak too loudly so as to disturb the meeting, so he put on his earphones. No one would pay him too much attention anyway. He was just hanging around for the day because the shop where he worked was on strike.
“So what do you think? I don’t know which one to pick. The black, slightly more modest one, or the red thong… you know, since it’s Valentine’s Day weekend?” You sighed, unconvinced, partially out of the frame and fiddling with something. “He will be there and I’m nervous because I’ve never worn something like this before in public. I’m telling you, I will feel so uncomfortable if he even spares a look my way…” You fully came into focus, although your gaze was focused on a spot off camera, and Hvitserk realized you were naked from the waist up. You’d been removing your bikini top and were currently holding your actual bra in the other hand. Your phone was probably perched on the wall or a high shelf somehow because your hands were free.
Hvitserk’s eyebrows damn near reached his hair.
The day just kept getting better and better.
“And I know what you’re going to say! ‘Just wear whatever the fuck you want, he’ll be all over you anyway!’ But I don’t believe you. Just because he texts me doesn’t mean he’s interested.”
“Well, I think both looked perfect… but, uh… I think this other… look… suits you better.” He grinned like a cat.
You stopped moving about immediately, focusing on your phone with a good dose of distress on your face. A rather loud gasp passed your mouth and you scrambled to end the call and Hvitserk understood then that you had probably misdialed.
He frowned, feeling not-so-special anymore. Who could’ve been the right person? Were you seeing someone? It didn’t sound like you’d intended to call a man at all — maybe a girlfriend? — if you were anxious about the opinion of a potential ‘he’.
Hvitserk was confused. He sneaked out of the room, walked for a bit, and found a place on the stairs where there was no one around to try calling you again. After quite a long wait, and when he was starting to think that you wouldn’t answer, you picked up. “So who is ‘he’?”
“What?”
“You said ‘he will be there’”.
“N-no no one!” You stammered. “Serk, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize it was you. I was trying to call my roommate, Helena. I sent her those pictures so she could help me pick a swimsuit but I left my glasses in the car like an idiot...” He saw as you placed the phone on its stand on the dashboard and opened the glove compartment to take out your pink-rimmed glasses. “And I accidentally sent them to you because you were the other name closest to hers and you both start with an ‘H’, and oh my god, I’m rambling… I’m so sorry! Please, just delete those pictures and forget that I called you… naked…” You finished your long apology with a trembling voice. You weren’t even looking at the screen.
He laughed while shaking his head. “Hey, babe, it’s okay. I believe you. And I will delete those pictures...” It would be a crying shame, but he’d do it. “Even though I have to admit, I really don’t want to.” He smiled, trying to give you an honest, if slightly flirty, smirk. “But I will. Promise…” He changed the subject to not make you any more self-conscious. “So are you shopping for my family’s pool party?”
“Yeah… I was… but I don’t know if I’m going to go now.”
“Why not?”
“Well… because…” You didn’t complete your sentence. Instead, you looked out the driver’s window and put a folded hand against your mouth.
“Ubbe will kill you if you skip his birthday, first of all. He adores you. You’re literally the only friend from college he’s ever brought home. And second, there’s nothing to be ashamed of…”
You remained quiet although he could see you were bursting at the seams.
“I’m really curious… Who’s God’s favorite?”
“What?”
“Who’s the lucky bastard you’re trying to impress at my family’s party?” He clarified with a light chuckle. “Is it my brother?” Hvitserk squinted his green eyes. Deciphering who was this mysterious man who had managed to get your attention was a priority.
“No!” You said immediately. “No one.” You mumbled. “It’s uh… no one.” You blinked a few times then fidgeted with your hair.
“Oh, come on, baby girl…” He purred. “I know we’re not super close yet but you can trust me. Maybe I can help you out? Set up something between you two.”
You scoffed. “Ha. No… I doubt it.”
“See it as me making up for what just happened.”
“That wasn’t your fault-”
“I know and I really don’t mind. A happy accident, I say.” Hvitserk’s smirk was devilish. “But I feel bad because you feel bad so I wanna help you out.”
He really wasn’t sure why he was offering this to you. The idea of you with another man wasn’t appealing to him at all but if it meant you would be at ease once again and more importantly, that you’d be happy, he could swallow his out-of-place jealousy. He’d been single for months, ever since he broke up with Amma — with whom he’d never even slept with — and had been close to asking you out on several occasions since then. But you didn’t seem interested in him or any man around you, for that matter. To his satisfaction, he’d seen you turn down at least two different guys but all the hints he kept dropping at you went completely unnoticed too so there wasn’t much to celebrate either way.
The one time he’d spent some time alone with you outside of his family’s house had only happened by chance. He had run into you at a pizza place with Ubbe before his brother had to leave suddenly to go help Ivar through one of his episodes. Hvitserk thought he’d made progress that night and he still treasured the peck on the cheek you’d given him when you said goodbye, but he’d never gathered the courage to ask you on a proper date for fear of being rejected. So he contented himself with playfully annoying you through the phone.
“Thank you, Serk, but no.” You gave him a sincere smile, marred by embarrassment. “And I have to go… My roommate must be wondering where I am and why she hasn’t heard from me at all so I gotta run-”
You reached for the touch screen but he spoke fast. “Why not?”
“...Because there’s no point… He could have just about any girl. Pretty sure he already has.” You laughed without humor, a hurt, dry sound. “And I’m just his friend. Nothing more.”
“Well, that’s good. Having a friendship is a start.” Hvitserk made an effort to encourage you.
You shook your head. “I’m telling you, I- I don’t have a chance with the guy. I’m not his type.”
He scowled. “Why not?” He repeated his question. “You’re sweet and reliable and smart... And pretty hot, if you ask me.” He complimented you, hoping to pluck another smile out of you but his stomach still clenched in a way it rarely did. Even though he considered himself rather good at flirting, he felt a nervous jitter. What if you thought he was being creepy?
“You’re just saying that.”
Now it was Hvitserk’s time to scoff. “No, I’m not. I really mean it. Want me to prove it to you?”
“How?”
“Where you at?”
“What?!” You blinked and frowned but a tiny smile appeared on the corner of your mouth. Slowly, it evolved until it overtook your lips.
He felt encouraged by it so he kept talking. “It needs to be in person. Otherwise, it won’t work.”
“What won’t work?”
“Just… send me your location.”
“Okay?” You agreed reluctantly. “I’m at the mall. I’ll text you the address.”
“Wait for me outside your car.” He opened up the GPS app while bouncing down the stairs. He reached his sports car in no time and you in record time as well.
Hvitserk spotted you near the entrance of the store and parked a few spots away. He strode over to find you reclining against the hood.
“What’s this abo-” You began but he didn’t let you finish.
Since he was known for acting first and thinking later, he followed his gut. He clashed his lips against yours in a whirling kiss that left you both desperate for air. He sneaked his hand down your waist to grab hold of those gorgeous hips of yours and since you seemed to melt in his grip, moaning into the kiss, he poked his tongue against your lips.
You let him in and he groaned, ecstatic. This had already escalated way farther than he’d ever expected. You hadn’t pulled back nor slapped him yet so he figured at least he was pleasing you enough to continue kissing you for a minute or two.
The urge to nibble down your neck until reaching the roundness of your soft breasts was strong. But he pulled back. He had to know if you hated his guts for being so bold or not.
You opened your eyes and blinked slowly for a couple of seconds. “What was that?”
He shrugged. “I had to prove it to you.”
“By kissing me?”
“Yeah. This other dude… whoever he is...” Hvitserk stepped back and assumed a more detached posture, hands inside his pockets as he shrugged his shoulders again. “...is one lucky fucker. Plus I kinda always wanted to do that.” He scratched the back of his head while his nose and cheeks turned as red as that swimsuit you’d worn in the picture. “I’ve been crushing on you for ages.”
“Wait-”
“And I know I don’t have a chance with you anymore.” He kept talking, ignoring your attempt to say something. “I lost my opportunity to ask you out-”
“Serk, wait-”
He heard you but he just couldn’t keep his mouth from speaking. “-and now it’s too late because you like some other guy but… I still wanted you to know that.”
You stared at him, blinking like an owl, probably lacking the words to answer.
He scoffed rather self-deprecatingly to take the pressure off you. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to say anything.” He shook his head. “Although I kinda wish you’d tell me his name… But at the same time I don’t, you know? I wouldn’t trust myself with that kind of information.” Chuckling, Hvitserk glanced to the side, avoiding your gaze for a moment.
“What would you do… if you knew who it was?” Looking rather hesitant, you bit your bottom lip.
“I like to think I would text Ivar to be ready in ten minutes so we could go beat the shit out of ‘im.” He said with a straight face.
Your brow was raised but despite your alarm, a tiny smile lurked in your mouth.
“But in truth? I’d probably just go crash at Ivar’s place and spend the night crying while he tries to cheer me up with his shitty cooking and his shittier hugs.”
“Crying?” You almost smiled again.
“Yeah.” He rocked back and forth on his heels, eyes cast down to the pavement. “Is that too hard to believe? I.. I’m a pretty sensitive guy.”
“I like that about you.” When you spoke, your eyes twinkled; they looked so pretty like that, with widened pupils shining bright like two onyxes.
“Thank you.” Hvitserk said almost sheepishly. “Well, I’ll leave you now. I’m sure you got places to be.” He gestured around vaguely, one hand out of his pocket. “I hope it works out between you two.” That was dumb. He felt stupid and awkward. “You deserve to be happy. And if you’re happy, I’m happy too.” He really ought to just shut up and go; he was only embarrassing himself by prolonging his goodbye. “Unless he turns you down like an idiot. In which case, just call me. My brother and I will take care of it.” He winked at you, all his energy put into swallowing the offending lump that had formed in his throat and making a smooth exit to counteract his heartbreak.
At least you giggled. If that was his consolation prize, he’d take it. You were giving him a sympathetic look that bordered on knowing. There was something you weren’t saying but he wasn’t going to press you. He was probably imagining it anyway so he turned to leave but caught a glimpse of the bag on the back of your car. “Hang on, you bought it?”
“Both of them, yeah.”
“I thought you hated them.”
“Well, you made a point over the phone of them looking just fine.” You smiled bashfully. “And uh, I was buying them for you anyway, so.”
“You were- what?” He raised his voice and inclined his head. “Seriously?”
You nodded and reclined against your car again with a cute smile teetering on your lips.
He began laughing. “Does that mean that…?”
“It’s you.” You confirmed.
His eyes lit up and he beamed. “No fucking way!” He walked the insignificant two steps between you to hug you and burrow his nose behind your ear. He kissed your neck playfully and held you inside his arms and you burst into a fit of giggles.
“You better believe it because they were really expensive!” You quipped while you squirmed happily at the feeling of his mouth and hands tickling you.
He nipped on your shoulder like a hungry kitty. “Babe, if you wanted to impress me, there was no need to go through all this trouble. Wearing nothing would’ve been just fine.”
You shoved him away with a hearty laugh.
“So when were you going to say something?! I’ve been groveling at your feet for the past ten minutes!”
“I tried to tell you but you just kept talking! So I let you. You look cute when you grovel.” Grinning, you kissed the peach fuzz on his cheek and the ground seemed to soften underneath him. Either that or his legs had turned to mush.
The second option was more likely because, well, you’d turned his world upside down with just a few words.
He finally had you.
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Hvitserk watched you saunter around the poolside, his eyes slowly carving out the curves of your body.
The bathing suit you chose to wear that night was screaming to be taken off. He was willing to do the honors, of course. Though it would have to wait until after the party.
That would be difficult.
He wasn’t known to be a patient man.
His fingers twitched around his drink, carefully taking a sip as he continued to watch you.
This time, you sat at the edge of the pool, dipping your legs knee-deep into the water. Your skin was glowing with the shimmering droplets of water.
He wanted to wet his mouth kissing you all over and then drown in you. Just a few more hours and you’d be off with him to celebrate your first Valentine’s Day as a couple. He’d planned a surprise for you inside the hotel suite he’d booked: a five-course, private, candle-lit dinner awaited you, and then it would be his turn to devour you.
Hvitserk licked his lips.
Gods, this was going to be tough.
“You’re drooling, Serk.” Ubbe plopped down on the lounge chair beside him, his own drink in hand and a cluster of red-lipstick kisses smattered all over his face and upper body from one of the totally inappropriate party games Bjørn had come up with. Ubbe followed Hvitserk’s line of vision before his cobalt eyes narrowed. “Hvitserk, what the fuck?”
“What?” Hvitserk whined, annoyed that his brother had interrupted his ogling.
“I know what you're thinking. And the answer is absolutely fucking not.”
“And according to you, what am I thinking exactly?”
Ubbe said your name and Hvitserk smirked.
“You got that crazy look in your eyes.”
Hvitserk snorted. “I do not.”
“Well, it’s either that or Ivar’s possessed you.”
“Stop overreacting.”
“She may be attractive but she’s my friend, Serk. If you fucking touch her-”
“I know that.” Hvitserk waved a dismissive hand about. “And now she’s my girlfriend, so there’s no need for you to worry.”
Ubbe raised his brows in surprise, glancing between you and him.
Both brothers turned to you when you called out to Hvitserk with a beaming grin, motioning for him to sit beside you.
Hvitserk’s lips curled into a smile. “Oh, and one more thing.” He continued as he stood up, draining his glass. “Keep your eyes off my girl.”
He ducked Ubbe’s gripping fingers and fled with a booming laugh the instant his big brother stood up, fuming.
“Goddammit! Serk!” Ubbe growled. “Come back here!”
summary: After Hvitserk's last one night stand sends him an edible arrangement to thank him for how good he fucked them, you have to know if he really lives up to the hype.
warnings: minors dni its all smut. breeding kink abounds.
"I refuse to believe it," you say, holding back laughter as Hvitserk practically skips back into your shared apartment with an edible arrangement that had just been delivered.
"I swear, the note says that it's a thank you gift for the weekend!" He plops himself down on the couch next to you and holds the card out for you to read for yourself, as proof.
As you take it from his hands, he begins to tear into the arrangement, pulling apart the plastic packaging to get to the fruits inside. Most of them are chocolate covered and you hear the sound of delight that he makes as he tears into them. Ever the sweet-tooth.
Flipping the card over and inspecting it, you actually do let out a laugh. It says exactly what he proclaimed it did. "There's no way that you're so good of a fuck that your one night stand sent you an edible arrangement. You're fucking with me, Serk! You sent this to yourself." Disbelief paints your thoughts that your best friend was so talented in the bedroom and you roll your eyes.
With a mouth that's so stuffed with chocolate strawberries that his slightly chubby cheeks remind you of a chipmunk, he only stares at you with those puppy-dog eyes of his and swallows. Fingers are brought to his lips and he licks them clean of sticky fruit juice before grinning innocently. "I could prove it," he proclaims and it's not the first time that he's offered.
Your eyes roll, but it's all in good nature. "And then if I liked it, you'd expect me to drop a ton on you for another arrangement." Your voice is full of teasing and he only laughs.
"Nah, you'd have to one up this and bake me a batch of double fudge brownies." He picks up a chocolate covered strawberry and holds it out to you in a silent offer - one that you take him up on.
You decide there's no harm in teasing him. Tongue darting out to lick his fingers before you take a bite, eyes closing as you let out a sinful noise of pleasure at the taste of expensive chocolate atop fruit. With your eyes closed, you don't see the way that his breathing hitches and his hand trembles but by the time your eyes open and you flash him a smile, you get to watch him finish your strawberry.
"Don't be such a fucking tease." Digging through the arrangement he pulls out a piece of cut pineapple and holds it out to you. Just as you lean forward to take a bite he pulls his hand back and tosses the fruit into his own mouth.
"Now who's the tease?" Comes your own question as his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip to collect juice.
Once again he looks at you with big, innocent eyes and you think fuck it, what's it really going to hurt to find out. You push yourself forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that tastes of chocolate and fruit juice and takes him by surprise.
You pull away just as he had started to kiss back and he chases your kiss - one hand coming to rest on the back of your head so that he can pull you in again for another. Hvitserk is an expert kisser, lips moving against yours and tongue darting out to lick the seam of your mouth. The arrangement is quickly moved to a safer spot on the nearby coffee table as soon as you both break apart so he can tug you to straddle his lap.
The kissing is all tongue and teeth and your hands seem to have a mind of their own as they drop down to the edge of his shirt before sliding up under it. Under your palms you feel the soft skin and rigid lines of muscles that he worked hard to maintain. As you feel up his chest he lets out a soft sigh into your kiss and beneath you, you can feel the way he begins to harden against his sweatpants.
"You gonna prove it or not?" You ask, lips not far from his as you grind down against him and his eyes all but roll up in his head. He's breathing heavily but puts his hands under your ass and somehow, manages to stand up while still holding onto you. Your legs wrap around his waist, hands coming to rest on his shoulders immediately so that he doesn't drop you.
"You're gonna owe me a whole batch of brownies," he warns, even as he carries you towards his bedroom. The whole way you make things difficult as your lips find his jaw and then up to his ear, sucking and nibbling against his lobe and once he finally manages to kick his door open and cross the space to his bed, he throws you down on it.
Your back hits the mattress and you bounce a little, giggling at the action. Sitting up, you watch as he quickly strips out of his clothing and you get a full look of him finally.
The muscles that tone his abdomen and arms are fine - you've watched him lift weights before and practically drooled over the way his arm muscles bulged under the strain of workout. Shaking free of your thoughts you're quick to tear off your own clothing, throwing it off the side of his bed to be dealt with later until you, too, are naked before him.
His thick cock is already hard as he crawls onto the bed, coming towards you and the sight makes your pussy clench. The feel of slick slides between your thighs and you're surprised at yourself for how much you want him already.
Sitting up on his knees, he uses his hands to part your legs and give him access. "Such a pretty little cunt you have," he says in admiration before sliding his forefinger over your lips and making you squirm at the teasing touch.
He lays down between your legs and kisses your thighs before looking up at you with a wicked look in his eyes. He hooks one arm around your right thigh and his kisses slowly move from your inner thigh, towards your pussy.
Your eyes close and you breath deeply in anticipation for the moment that his mouth finally meets it's destination. But just as he gets close, he stops kissing and pulls back slightly. Your eyes open and you look down at him just as he spits onto your clit. His spit slides down through your lips, mixing with your own wetness that's gathering and you cant help the moan you let out.
Slowly, teasingly, he drags a finger through your pussy, gathering up the slick and spit mixture until he can rub it over your clit in a slow gesture. His finger makes the same path multiple times, each time gliding over your clit in soft touches, never enough to give you the pleasure that you're growing more and more desperate for.
You whimper as you feel his hot breath over your clit and let out another moan as he gently moves his tongue over it in such fleeting movements. Everything he does is meant to tease. Pulling his mouth away, he goes back to kissing and biting hickies across your inner thigh and you turn your head, pressing it into his pillow and groaning at the feel.
His tongue comes to lap over your cunt in quick licks, flicking over your clit each time. He does this slowly, each lick having a pause between and you squirm your hips, trying to get any kind of friction that you can.
Little licks start to becoming more aggressive against your clit and the moans you're making are simply sinful. He envelopes you in his mouth, tongue sliding into you as his nose brushes over your clit, eliciting more sounds from you. You can't imagine why you never allowed him to do this sooner. His hands come up under your hips to stop you from bucking them upwards as he continues licking stripes across your pussy. The licks slow down again and it's almost aggravating how much of a tease he can be.
Once more you look down at meet his eyes just as he begins to tongue fuck you again, sliding it into you and moaning so that you feel the vibrations of his mouth. Again he pulls away, never letting you get enough stimuation to cum yet, and kisses your thighs. They'll be covered in his marks before the night is over if he keeps this up.
His muscled arms come up to grasp your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples as his mouth goes back to work on you. Moving your hips, you grind them down into his mouth to meet the rhythm that he's eating you with. Hvitserk's moans are almost as loud and frequent as yours, letting you know how much he enjoys eating you out.
He sucks and kisses on your clit as his hands play with your breasts until you feel the beginnings of the tight coiling in your stomach that warn you that orgasm is near.
"Yes," you throw your head back against the pillows, pushing your cunt against his mouth. "Please. So close." Hearing how close you are, he focuses his ministraitions fully on your clit until you feel yourself release. Your eyes rolls back and as you ride it out, Hvitserk begins to alternate between sucking your clit and licking into you, lapping up your cum.
By the time he pulls away, you're breathing heavily. Slowly sitting up on your elbows, you watch as he wipes his chin with a grin. It's lewd and hot all at the same time and he leans down and kisses you so that you can taste yourself on his tongue.
"You taste so fucking good," he whispers in your ear before licking the shell and then nibbling at your neck. "I could eat you everday and never have enough. I think I found the nectur of the Gods in your cunt." You press yourself up into him at his words. He's so fucking lewd and amazing. "You want me to fuck you?" he asks and you nod, biting your bottom lip as you do so.
He slaps your breasts and you let out a sharp gasp. "I asked you a question, baby. I want a verbal answer."
"Yes!" You exclaim. "Please, Serk. Please fuck me. I need you."
He kisses your cheeks and grins. "Good girl, so obedient for me." You feel his hard cock thrust against your thigh. "Tell me how badly you want it."
"So bad. Please Hvitserk, please. I need to feel you." You look him in the eyes and push up a little to kiss his jaw. "Breed me, Serk. I want to feel you inside me."
His breath hitches at the request and he looks down at you. "You sure?" His dominant tone from only seconds ago is gone and you nod vigorously. "Fuck, you're so hot. Okay."
He sits up on his knees and you spread your legs more as he grasps himself by the base of his cock at teases your clit with his head a few times. You whimper and Hvitserk slowly pushes into you. He places one hand on your shoulder, holding you down as he slowly fucks himself into you.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," he moans and you lift your hips up to meet his.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper and leans down against you to kiss at your neck. You feel his teeth scraping against your skin and know that he'll leave marks there too. Still sensitive from the orgasm he gave you only minutes ago, you can feel yourself clench around him and he immediately groans with pleasure.
"Fuck, keep doing that and I won't last," he warns and you whimper.
"Faster," you plead. "Want to feel you cum inside me, please." He picks up the pace at your request, balls slapping against your ass as a bead of sweat travels down his nose. You lean up and lick the sweat off the tip of his nose just as his thrusting gets harder.
The tight coil in your stomach returns and you scratch your nails down his back as your second climax explodes without much warning.
With gasp and a shuddering moan you feel him release his seed, hot and deep inside you and his thrusting slows down until he stops fully, forehead resting against your shoulder as he pants, trying to catch his breath.
He doesn't pull out until he's calmed down and you pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings in his ear the entire time. When he pulls out, he collapses beside you and kisses your shoulder.
"Maybe I owe you brownies." The joke is said with a voice that breaks from tiredness and exertion and you laugh before rolling onto your side to face him.
"How about we order take out instead and then go for round two in a few hours?" You offer.
He kisses you. "I think I'm in love with you and your cunt."
"Pussy so good it's got you whipped already?"
He laughs and then settles a hand on your stomach. "We better buy plan b too unless you feel like raising a baby together."
"Maybe some day," you answer and his eyes light up. "Not today though. Do you think Uber Eats will pick us up some if we tip enough?"
Summary: The Queen would like to reward Hvitserk for his friendship, who is he or Ivar to disagree?
Warnings: Smut. Only smut. A little dubcon too, if you squint in the right places. I just think that Ivar deserves to be ridden while he's in his throne.
Hvitserk x Fem!Reader & Ivar x Fem!Reader
"Sit," says Ivar, a hand sweeping over to gesture at the empty throne beside the one he currently rests in. His wife's throne is empty, just as the Great Hall is - at this late hour it is only the three of them and she currently rests in his lap.
Hvitserk looks at his brother and his wife, green eyes narrowing at the look she gives him. It's a possessive look - one that warns him that something more than a simple talk between brothers is about to happen. But he knows Ivar. Knows that if he doesn't comply, he'll surely reap the consequences of Ivar's temper later. So he purses his lips and strides forward, stepping up onto the raised platform that the dual thrones rest upon and sitting himself in the one that once belonged to his mother.
Back straightens against the rough wood and he places his hands down on the arm rests before turning his head to look upon Ivar, who watches him with narrowed eyes and the beginning hint of a smirk. There is something at play here and Hvitserk isn't quite sure yet if he can trust it. Ivar's wife isn't normally in on his schemes so perhaps whatever is in store for him is not so terrible.
"My beautiful wife has brought it to my attention that you are neglected, dear brother. What kind of king am I, if my own brother suffers?" Were it anyone but Ivar, he might believe the sentiment. Years of growing up beside Ivar, of fighting wars and battles side by side has given him a unique ability to read Ivar better than others.
"It is alright, I know that you are busy. I am not so neglected as you seem to make it sound." Words are chosen carefully, though he knows that there is no battle of wits against Ivar that he can win.
"I know that my queen often graces you with her attention when I am otherwise preoccupied. She has told me in great detail of how you care for her. I am thankful for you in this matter, Hvitserk." Hvitserk tightens his grasp on the chair, suspicious that perhaps he is about to suffer for Ivar's jealousy. "You deserve to be rewarded. We have spoken about what it is that you deserve." Ivar's hand rests against her hip, keeping her in place and Hvitserk doesn't miss the way Ivar subtly pulls her closer.
There is little chance that Ivar isn't jealous of the time that Hvitserk has spent with his wife. Nothing has come of these moments together, save for long talks and building friendships. Hvitserk can't quite understand how someone so kind and merciful has ended up with Ivar of all people. Yet he can not imagine life without her friendship - she has become his truest confidant in all that worries him as of late.
"I don't require any reward, Ivar. She is my sister-in-law, I enjoy her company and I am grateful that she finds time in her day for someone as undeserving of her attention as I am."
She lifts one small, dainty hand and places it upon Ivar's chest before leaning in and whispering something in his ear that Hvitserk doesn't catch. Ivar's eyes light up at whatever little thing she tells him and he tries hard not to smile, but Hvitserk sees the way that the corners of his lips twitch with the effort. She's had an impressive way of softening the youngest son of Ragnar, even when they first met. Despite his wariness, Hvitserk can't help but smile at his brother's happiness.
"Normally, I would agree," Ivar says, his eyes still on his wife before he kisses her cheek in a rare display of public affection. His gaze returns to Hvitserk. "I can not deny her anything. It is her idea of this reward and I am but her humble servant."
The knowledge that whatever was happening was not Ivar's doing gave him surprise. Hvitserk's shoulders relax and he lets himself stop being so tense. There was no way that she had come up with a secret punishment for him, or anything cruel. He supposed he was about to be made head of Kattegat's defenses or sent to lead a raid. She had made it clear in the past that she wanted Hvitserk to be viewed in a more honorable position by their people.
Ivar nudges her gently and she slips off of his lap. "We are yours to command, my queen. This is your reward to grant."
She giggles at her husband and Hvitserk smiles softly as she approaches him. Standing in front of where he sits upon her throne, she puts her soft hands on either side of his face and caresses his cheeks with her thumbs. "I am your queen, but if you do not want your reward, you may say no at any point."
He furrows his brows, ready to ask her why she would believe that he would deny a new position of power or perhaps the opportunity to raid again but he is cut off by her plush lips against his.
It's the first time that a kiss has ever taken his breath away and when she pulls back, he wants to ask her questions about what she's doing. She presses another kiss to the corner of his mouth and he shoots a glance at Ivar, terrified that his brother will kill him for the kisses his wife bestows. Ivar only watches, his chin on his hand as he leans towards them.
She sinks slowly to her knees, hands resting on his legs. There's some sort of joke here - he sits upon her throne and yet she is on her knees in front of him. Little hands slide up his legs, brushing over his crotch and palming him through his breeches. Hvitserk lets out a soft breath at her touch and looks back at Ivar again.
"What is happening?" He asks, never one to believe that Ivar would share his woman in such a way.
"Do not be ungrateful," says Ivar. Although she said that he could deny this reward, Ivar gives him a clear warning that he should not. To deny her and whatever it is that she wanted, would be seen in Ivar's eyes as a punishable offense. It no longer mattered if Hvitserk wanted it. The queen wanted it, so Ivar would make it happen.
Her fingers rest on the ties of his breeches, holding them for a moment as she looks up at him for confirmation that she can continue. He nods once and she unties them with expert fingers before sliding one hand in the front of his pants. When her hands wrap around his soft shaft, pumping him once before pulling him out, he can't deny that part of him really wants this.
His body reacts positively under her ministrations and he becomes hard in her hand. A little giggle escapes her before she places a kiss to his head. She looks up at him and then licks a stripe against the underside of his shaft and over the head she had just kissed. His eyes close and he whimpers at the feeling of her tongue.
Ivar watches as his wife places her lips back on his brother's cock before taking him in slowly. As she takes him, throat relaxing until he's fully sheathed in her mouth and her nose rests against his pubic bone, Ivar feels himself growing hard against his own breeches.
"Oh fuck!" Hvitserk puts a hand in her hair, guiding her to pull up a little as he attempts not to buck his hips. She reaches up and cups his balls in her hand and then bobs her head, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucks.
"She can take it," whispers Ivar, who is surprised by how hot he finds this scene. "Fuck her mouth, brother. She loves it."
Green eyes open, his pupils blown with lust as he looks down at her for confirmation. As soon as she gives it, he thrusts his hips up into her mouth. She has learned with Ivar how to keep her jaw slack and throat relaxed. Her hands caress his balls and tears form in the corners of her eyes as he uses her.
His fingers grasp her by the root of her hair and as she squeezes his balls he lets out a groan of pleasure. There is slick beginning to pull between her legs as she takes him. Already she can feel the way his dick is starting to throb as he gets close to orgasm and with a low growl, he spurts ropes of his seed into her mouth. She tries to swallow it all, managing not to choke until he's pulled his softening member out of her throat.
She coughs and a mixture of cum and spit rolls down her chin, dripping onto his pants. Reaching up, she starts to wipe her mouth but he catches her hand to stop her and then pulls her up into a kiss. He laps up his own cum from off her chin and mouth and then flicks his between her lips to taste himself.
Beside her, Ivar whimpers, reminding her that he is still there, still watching. Breaking the kiss with Hvitserk, she turns to Ivar. Pulling up her skirts, revealing her pussy to him, he quickly unties his breeches and pulls himself out of his pants. His thick cock leaks precum, twitching occasionally and she throws a leg over his lap to straddle him.
Grasping his cock in her hand, she pumps it once before guiding it into her. They both moan as she sinks down to the hilt. It's Hvitserk's turn to watch now as his little brother puts his hands on her hips and groans when her pussy clenches around him. As she begins to ride him, he reaches down to rub her clit.
Tucking himself back into his pants, Hvitserk stands and moves so that he's behind her. He tugs her dress up and off her body, making her slow down for a moment as she lets him undress her.
He kisses her bare shoulders, hands resting atop her breasts from behind. "Take my brother's cock like a good girl," he tells her, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out.
The two sons of Ragnar cover her skin in bites and kisses as she rides Ivar. He begins to pant, his hips pushing up into her as fast as he can as he feels the way that his balls tighten. He forces her to stop, holding her still against him as he cums deep within her. Hvitserk works his hands between them to rub her clit until she screaming with her own orgasm.
Her body relaxes and she leans forward heavily in Ivar's arms while they both come down.
Once she catches her breath, she pulls off of Ivar and kisses him before kissing Hvitserk as well. Hvitserk can see his brother's seed between her thighs as it drips out of her.
"I think I should like to reward Prince Hvitserk again sometime. Perhaps next time in our bedroom, my love."
Ivar lets out a breathy laugh. "You are far too good for us both."
Hvitserk picks up her dress from the floor and hands it to her. "I will gladly accept any command my queen gives me. I am her servant, before I am anything else."
She simply smiles before re-dressing. She looks down at Ivar, who still sits upon his throne. "May I keep your brother, my love? I have half a mind to collar him like a dog."
Ivar laughs a little too loud and Hvitserk grins. "Whatever you desire is yours."
Summary: A little drabble to celebrate that yesterday was trans visibility day. Hvitserk has Y/N and Æthelred to love him and celebrate every mile stone and victory in his life. He truly is lucky.
Warnings: A little smutty but mostly fluff. Hvitserk is a transman. Mentions of Chubby!Reader.
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"Feel my beard!" Hvitserk's proclamation was met with him leaning his face down towards his girlfriend who immediately put down her phone and ran her fingers through the scraggly hair growing off his chin. She gently scritches his face as their boyfriend, Æthelred, enters the room.
"Ayy, look who's finally got chin hair!" Y/N declares, much to Hvitserk's proud delight and Æthelred closes the distance - coming to also run his fingers over the start of a beard on Hvitserk's face.
Hvitserk was lucky to have so many people around him that supported and loved him, he knew that a lot of his fellow trans siblings in the world didn't have that. They didn't have parents who planned parties to celebrate a successful top surgery or brothers who were eager to teach him how to shave. And he was extra lucky, because amidst all of that, he also had a healthy, polyamorous relationship with Æthelred and Y/N, who were just as excited by his miles stones as he was.
"Now Y/N will have two bearded men between her legs," laughs Æthelred before giving Hvitserk a kiss in congratulations. "Don't think I don't know how much you enjoy that feeling" he adds, ruffling her hair.
Hvitserk gets a hungry look on his face and she sits a little further backwards onto the couch and spreads her legs a little. "We should congratulate our boyfriend the right way, don't you think, Æthelred?" She licks her bottom lip and gives her English boyfriend a raised brow.
Coming up behind Hvitserk, he wraps his arms around him and kisses his shoulder. "Do you want us to show you how happy we are you for, sweet boy?" Purrs Æthelred and Hvitserk whimpers in reply, nodding his head and pushing his ass against his boyfriend's hips.
Æthelred's hand slips down and unbuttons Hvitserk's jeans and Hvitserk leans back into him completely. As Æthelred pushes his hand down Hvitserk's pants, Y/N watches with bated breath.
Hvit sucks in a breath as he feels fingers touching him. Since starting T he was horny almost all of the time and his partners were always happy to help. He squirms when Æthelred gently rubs the dick he'd grown since starting testosterone. He can't help but pant and mewl under his boyfriend's expert touches and the sounds he makes as Y/N growing wet.
She hops up off the couch. "Let me help, Red, you can't keep Hvitty to yourself." She sinks to her knees and pulls down Hvitserk's pants and boxers as Æthelred helps Hvitserk remove his shirt.
He stands there, fully naked in front of his two partners and knows that he is loved. Æthelred cups Hvitserk's cheek, pulling him into a kiss just as Y/N licks his T dick before sucking it into her mouth. Hvitserk is wet and needy and he gasps into Æthelred's kiss.
"Please," he begs, leaning all of his weight against his boyfriend. "Please make me cum."
It doesn't take much work between his two partners before he's cumming, only for Y/N to lick him clean through his orgasm. With shaky legs, the only thing that keeps him standing is Æthelred.
When she stands back up, she kisses Hvitserk hard - tongue darting into his mouth so he can taste how sweet he is.
"That's our good boy," whispers Æthelred and there's a husk to his voice as he watches them kiss. When they break apart, catching their breath, Æthelred catches her eye. "What do you say about us moving this to the bedroom? I don't think sweet boy has gotten enough congratulations yet."
She gives a wicked grin. "I agree, Red." She looks to Hvitserk. "You want us to take care of you, Baby Boy? I bet you want Red to fuck you until you can't walk."
He nods. "Yes, fuck yes. I want both of you. I want to eat you before he fucks me, Y/N. I need to return the favor."
Y/N and Æthelred's clothes are shed completely on the way to their bedroom and Hvitserk spends the rest of the night being reminded how lucky he is to have them.
He wakes up with Y/N's naked body draped over his and Æthelred missing from their bed. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he gently wakes her. "Where'd Red go?"
She hides her face in the crook of his neck. "Dunno. Too early to be awake, baby boy."
The question of their boyfriend's whereabouts is answered a few minutes later when he walks into the room with a tray. He had gotten up early to make them all breakfast and Hvitserk almost laughed when he noticed that the pancakes had icing on them to look like the trans pride flag. It takes a little bit of shaking to convince Y/N to wake up and sit and eat with them.
"You could have stayed in bed a little longer," she says as she points a piece of bacon in his direction. "I forgive you only because I like food."
Between Æthelred and Hvitserk, she never had to cook. The two men had met in a baking class and from the story they told her, their relationship was fast and hot. Hvitserk had always been a horny person, it just worsened when he finally got on T. Nights had been spent together within days of meeting and she knew Hvitserk had even eaten icing off of Æthelred's naked body when he had come over to bake a cake.
She came into the relationship not long later. She was Ivar's roommate at the time and he had invited her to join him at their local pride event. It was there that he had introduced her to Hvitserk and Æthelred and the duo became a trio.
Now she spent her mornings naked in bed and eating food one of them had made and she felt like a goddess. Hvitserk had equated her to Freya more than once and sometimes she believed it.
She reaches out and scratches Hvitserk's chin lovingly as she eats and he leans into her hand, almost purring like a cat. They really were happy for him and all of the things that he got excited for and celebrated. Hvitserk had come out as trans when he was 12 years old and had been lucky to have parents who supported him.
Y/N had once witnessed Ragnar having to pull Aslaug off of someone once after they had made a transphobic remark and she had immediately responded by hitting them with her purse repeatedly. Aslaug was a fierce lioness of a mother, willing to beat up strangers if they were transphobic to Hvitserk or abliest to Ivar. Ragnar had even stopped her once from fighting someone just because they told Sigurd that his music sucked. You either respected her children or you got fucked. And of course she even considered Bjorn as one of her own and had even offered Ragnar to legally adopt him after Lagertha's death.
It wasn't just Aslaug who was quick to defend either. If Aslaug didn't beat you up for being horrible to her son, then there was a good chance that all four of Hvitserk's brothers would show up at your doorstep later.
Their bedroom door is thrown open, pulling her from her thoughts. "I smell pancakes - WHY ARE YOU GUYS NAKED?" One would assume that Ivar would learn to stop breaking into their house and actually knock on the door for once, but he never did. Before anyone can say anything, he's rolling his chair down the hallway as fast as possible and they all laugh.
"We should invest in a security system." Æthelred was the only one of them with clothes on. Albeit only a pair of loose sweats. "I'll go make him some pancakes before he decides to steal all of our spoons or something." He gets up and follows after Ivar.
"A security system won't stop Ivar," says Hvitserk with a laugh. He leans over and kisses Y/N softly and smiles because she tastes like maple syrup.
She gets up off the bed and stretches her arms above her hear and Hvitserk stares at her adoringly. Her soft stomach is covered in bite marks and her thick thighs are bruised from the night before. She was a mid-sized girl and that's what Hvitserk loved in women. A girl thick enough to snap his neck between her thighs if she wanted. - Or so he joked from time to time when she felt insecure about her body.
"If Ivar weren't here I'd demand you come back and let me suck those titties," he jokes and she only grins before dressing.
"Hurry up and get dressed, pretty boy. Don't make us handle Ivar alone."
He sits in bed, surrounded by dishes that he'll have to gather up and take to the kitchen in a moment, and he smiles. He smiles because he's happier than he ever thought he could be. Because he's in love and loved so much that his heart swells with warmth. Hvitserk thinks that there can't be a single person in this world as lucky as he is.
He can distantly hear Ivar arguing with both of his partners in the kitchen and he laughs to himself. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."
Summary: Y/N wants to bring Hvitserk into the bedroom with her and Ivar, what follows suit is Hvitserk feeling the most loved he's felt in a while.
Warnings: Ivar and Hvitserk are a bit fluffy but this is just all smut.
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"I want to have sex."
Ivar immediately looks up from the knife he's sharpening to gaze at his wife. She sits on their bed, reclined against the pillows. The traditional garb of Kyiv looked good on her - the dress tight against her curves. As dangerous as Prince Oleg's court was for them, he had to admit that he liked the way she looked in the dresses Oleg gifted her.
His gaze slides from her to Hvitserk pointedly. His older brother is reclined on a seat not far from Ivar, picking at a bowl of nuts and dried fruits. "Hvitserk is still in the room, elsker min." It almost sounds like he's chastising her for ignoring his elder brother.
"I am aware." The look in her eyes spells trouble and Ivar isn't sure if he likes it. She sits up on her knees and then slowly crawls to the edge of the bed, giving him the same look she gives when she wants something from him. "If my husband would allow it -" she drops her eyes, making herself look more submissive and he knows immediately that she's playing him to get what she wants. "I want to tie Hvitserk to a chair and make him watch as I take my husband's cock. Then when I am full of his seed, I will let Hvitserk feel my mouth around him." She looks up into Ivar's blue eyes and flutters her lashes.
He hears Hvitserk sit up a little straighter at the proposal and Ivar feels himself twitch in his britches. Her desires were more of a turn on then he would have expected and from the way that Hvitserk was sitting up, attention fully gained, he knew he felt the same.
Hvitserk doesn't agree or disagree with Y/N, instead he looks to Ivar, waiting to see what Ivar will say. The last thing that he wants is to overstep Ivar's boundaries and set off his temper. Hvitserk can tell that Ivar's time in the Ukraine has tempered his emotions and taught him more control than what he once held, but he could still be unpredictable if he wanted to be.
Taking his crutch, Ivar pushes himself out of his seat and walks towards the bed to his wife. He reaches out and cups her cheek in his hand, smiling as she immediately nuzzles into his palm. "Is that what you want, my love?" It’s hard for him to tell her no, to deny her wants and desires. His voice drops, becoming more husky as his hand moves from her cheek to grab her hair. He yanks, pulling her to sit up and she immediately puts her wrists behind her back and pushes her chest out. "You want me to fuck you while Hvitserk watches? You want to show my older brother how much of a little slut you are, baby girl?"
The change he takes on causes her to whine, her thighs rub together beneath her skirts and Ivar can tell by the way she's shifting that she's undoubtedly getting wet. He yanks her hair again, a signal for her to use her words. "Please!" The word tumbles past her lips in a begging tone. She looks up at Ivar as if he's the only person in the room, as if all of her attention is solely his. "Please, Ivar. Please fuck me so Hvitserk can watch and see how good I am for you."
Ivar's grip on her hair loosens but he doesn't let go, only turns around slightly to look at his brother. "What do you say, Hvitserk? Of course you won't be tied down, Y/N needs to remember her place. She doesn't get to make all the decisions."
"What if I want it?" Asks Hvitserk in reply and his tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip. Ivar raises a brow, he's never been in this situation with Hvitserk before. He knows that his older brothers would share partners from time to time but this is the first time he would be doing the same so he doesn't know what his brother likes. "After you've fucked her, let her have her way with me, Ivar."
He looks between his wife and Hvitserk, weighing the options carefully. It occurs to Ivar that aside from their first night together, he's never seen his wife be dominant. It's never been something she's asked for in their relationship, she's always been more than eager to please him. Turning his back fully on Hvitserk so he can look her in the eyes he lets her hair go. "Is that what you want?" Ivar asks softly, wanting to be positive that anything that happened was something she wanted and consented to. "Do you want Hvitserk to be subservient to you?"
It's adorable, how even after all this time together, Ivar always puts her needs first. He can act tough and domineering in the bedroom and he's ruthless on the battlefield, but he has made it very clear that he would rather die than hurt her in any way. Ivar practically worships the ground that his wife walks on.
Looking past Ivar, to where Hvitserk now stands, she nods. "I'd like that very much."
Ivar looks back at his brother and nods. "You tell us what you want to do, okay? And you make sure you tell us if you don't like something." Ivar kisses the top of her head.
Crooking a finger, she motions Hvitserk over and he immediately obliges. "Take your clothing off, Serk and lay on the bed next to me." She looks at Ivar and smiles. "Will you tie his wrists to the headboard? I don't know how to do it safely."
Hvitserk strips out of his clothing fairly quickly, moving to lay on the bed next to her as instructed. He's eager to be obedient and he crosses his wrists over his head without being asked. Ivar ties his brother down like she wanted.
"Is this too tight?" Ivar asks, cheeks red as he tries not to look at his brother's naked body too much.
"It's perfect," answers Hvitserk before turning his head to look at Y/N. "You can do anything you want to me, I like pain."
Ivar moves away from the bed, looking a little awkward and uncertain - he looks to his wife to take charge because he's never been in this type of scenario before and worries that he'll do something wrong. Everything he knows about sex, she taught him. They learned his likes and dislikes together and until now, they've never spoken about a third person in their bedroom. It's strange to think that he likes the idea as much as he does - if he didn't, they wouldn't have gotten this far.
She places a hand on Hvitserk's thigh and rubs it gently. "I want you to watch Ivar fuck me but you aren't allowed to make noise or cum. Not until I tell you, do you understand, Hvitserk?" She softly traces her nails up his hip and over his pubic bone and Ivar watches his older brother's skin prickle with gooseflesh.
"I understand," he agrees. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he finger trails over his soft member. She leans down and kitten licks over the head of Hvitserk's dick until it begins to harden. Ivar watches, unable to take his eyes off of his brother. Hvitserk's cock is red and rests against his stomach in a matter of seconds.
She kisses Hvitserk's thigh and then sinks her teeth into his skin so hard that Ivar sees blood dribble past her lips and Hvitserk gasps, wriggling against his bonds. He bites his bottom lip as she soothes the bite with her tongue and Ivar can tell that Hvitserk is already desperately trying to keep his word.
She pulls away from him completely to pull her dress off and toss it aside, revealing her nakedness to both her husband and her brother-in-law. Her breasts lay against her chest, pink nipples hardening with her arousal and the slight chill in the air of the room.
Ivar watches his wife fondle one of her breasts, eyes closing before her hand travels down her stomach and to the apex between her thighs. "I'm so wet for you, Ivar," she says softly and to prove it, she rubs a finger across her folds and gathers up some of her slick. Ivar watches as her eyes open, looking him in the eyes as she brings her finger to her mouth and sucks it clean with a moan.
The sight of her has him growing hard, straining now against his britches in an uncomfortable way. He pulls his tunic off, letting it drop to the floor before moving back towards the bed.
"Fuck me, Ivar. Make me take your cock." She watches as he strips off the rest of his clothing and crawls onto the bed. "I need you," she whines.
Ivar sits beside Hvitserk and pulls her into a kiss, tongue immediately delving into her open mouth. She moans into it and he puts his hand on her neck before pulling away. Ivar squeezes her neck once and her eyes flutter closed. Letting her neck go, he pushes her down into the pillows and she immediately rolls onto her stomach and presents herself to him.
"Good girl," he coos, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. She yelps at the contact but he knows that she likes it. Just as they've spent time finding out what he likes, he has also learned what she enjoys. He kisses the red skin once before letting his tongue sooth over her exposed slit. He can hear Hvitserk shifting beside him, trying to get a better view just as she squirms, pressing herself backwards to chase the feeling of his tongue.
Hvitserk continues to squirm, shaking the bed and so, on instinct, Ivar smacks his thigh. Hvitserk's head immediately presses back into the pillows and he lets out a little whimper before Ivar rubs the reddening skin. "She told you to stay still," he warns and then goes back down to return to eating her out.
There was nothing Ivar loved quite like the taste of his wife. He pressed his tongue into her, eating her like a man who was starving. She squirmed and moved herself against his face as he lapped up her slick, only pulling away when he heard the way she began to pant and whine, getting close to her orgasm.
As soon as his tongue is gone and he's no longer touching her where she needs it most, she cries out his name, begging him to let her finish. "She tastes better than the mead they will serve us in Valhalla, brother," he says, ignoring her desperate pleas.
"Ivar, please. Please make me cum. I need you so badly," she whines, hips squirming.
He puts his hand on her back and rubs circles. "You want me to fuck you like a slut don't you? Dirty little thing, so desperate for my cock while my brother lays here and watches." He smiles at her whining. "You won't be satisfied until you're filled with both of our seed, will you?" Ivar shoves her down to stop her from squirming and crawls on top of her.
He holds himself up with one muscled arm as he uses his other hand to line himself up with her entrance. She presses her face into the pillows, eagerly awaiting what comes next. With a jerk of his hips, he pushes himself deep inside of her and Hvitserk watches Ivar's face contort with pleasure as soon as he can feel her walls clenching around him.
"Please. Please." She begs and he obliges, slamming into her at a brutal pace. He pulls out until only the tip of his cock is in her and then slams his hips against her, bottoming out with each thrust.
She raises her ass and moves her hips in time with Ivar's thrusts, knuckles white as she clenches her fists in the sheets of their bed. It doesn't take much before he can feel her walls clenching around him and her screams of his name become unintelligible as her orgasm takes her. The feeling of her walls clenching around him is what makes Ivar's hips stutter as he pushed himself deep inside her one last time before his cock twitches in her and he spills his seed. Ivar bites down on her shoulder to quiet his own moans.
When he feels himself soften, he pulls out and collapses beside her, on the opposite side of Hvitserk. She barely takes time to catch her breath before she sits up and he can see his cum starting to drip out of her and down her thigh.
Not wasting time, she straddles Hvitserk's face and he doesn't even need to be told what she wants. He leans up as much as he can and uses his tongue to clean her out of his brothers seed. Ivar sits up, propping himself up against the pillows to watch. His breath catches in his throat as she reaches out a hand to the headboard, steadying herself.
Little whimpers escape her and Ivar knows that although she's slightly overstimulated, Hvitserk could probably manage to make her cum again. From the looks of how thorough he's licking and sucking, Ivar can tell that he's trying to bring her to a second orgasm.
Hvitserk's tongue moves expertly - cleaning her out of Ivar's cum before he begins sucking and nipping at her clit. It doesn't bother him at all that he's eating Ivar's seed out of her, all he wants in that moment is to please her. Soon he feels her hips rocking against his face and she lets out a long moan before rewarding him with her second orgasm of the night. He eagerly laps up her juices, silently agreeing with Ivar's earlier words that she tasted like mead from Valhalla.
When she can't handle the feeling of his tongue against her folds and clit anymore, she moves to sit on his stomach. Y/N takes a moment to catch her breath.
"You're such a good boy, Hvitserk. So good and obedient, it's time you get your reward." She slides off of him and Ivar watches as she wraps her hand around the base of Hvitserk's cock. Ivar can tell that Hvitserk must be desperate to finally get some relief, he's been so good for them both.
"Make noise, Hvitserk. I want to hear how much you like your reward, baby." She tells him and then licks the underside of his cock. Her hand moves down to cradle his balls and Hvitserk immediately complies. The sounds he makes are loud whines and mewls and Ivar is surprised by them.
As Ivar's wife kisses Hvitserk's dick and then licks up the precum leaking from the tip, Hvitserk's whines only get louder. She takes him in her mouth, slowly bobbing her head and Hvitserk squirms his hips, trying not to buck up into her mouth and choke her.
As she sucks him, Ivar reaches over and puts a hand on Hvitserk's head. "Let go, Hvitserk," he says softly. "I can tell she wants you to cum. Cum for her like a good boy."
Hvitserk strains his hands against his bonds, immediately babbling nonsensical pleas as he lets go and releases his seed in her mouth. Ivar soothes his hand over Hvitserk's head, petting him softly as he rides it out.
When Y/N finally pulls her mouth off of his soft cock with a plop, Ivar is quick to untie him. Hvitserk's hands flop down and he breathes heavily, eyes closed while he finishes coming down from his high.
Ivar watches his wife pepper Hvitserk's cheeks with kisses. "Sweet boy," she coos, "you did so good for me. My sweet boy."
Hvitserk opens his eyes and smiles softly under her praise. It's strange to him how laying there, being covered with kisses from Y/N as Ivar strokes his hair softly is the most loved that he's ever felt. "You did good," agrees Ivar and Hvitserk practically glows under all the praise.
Y/N flops down between Ivar and Hvitserk and wraps her arms around Hvit before yawning. "I want to do this again soon," she says. "Is that okay, Ivar? Hvitserk?"
Ivar smiles and kisses her neck. "I want to do it again too," he agrees.
Hvitserk curls in closer to Y/N. "I want to be yours," he admits. "You both made me feel loved."
She kisses his cheek. "You're my sweet boy, Hvitserk."
A.N.: Hey, y’all. Sorry it took me so mf long to post part 2...I've got a lot of this story mapped out, but none of you warned me how hard it can be to make those thoughts coherent on paper. Or maybe I just didn't want to believe it. Anyway, I got a little stuck and just decided to spit this out as is. As always, reader has no defining physical characteristics, they're whoever you envision them to be. Also, I’ve legit never written anything before(!!), so please feel free to offer up constructive criticism, just don’t be a dick. Thanks!
*flashbacks are in italics
Summary: Ivar and Hvitserk’s best friend (Y/N) have been together for years without fully committing to one another. After a disastrous party and drunken mistakes, relationships are reevaluated and new contenders step up to the plate. Possible eventual Hvitserk x Reader or Uhtred x Reader. I have ideas, but let me know what you like! I can maybe be swayed. :)
Both brothers stand there, momentarily stunned and stiffened by shock. “Ivar…I’m sor–,” Hvitserk starts.
“Damn, dude, you could have given me a heads up that she was here!” Ivar turns to follow you out the door, but his older brother grabs his arm.
“Wait, man. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Ivar rolls his eyes, but quickly relents. “You’re right. Tell me what you know first so I’m not walking into this one blind.”
“Well,” Hvitserk starts, only to be interrupted again as Ivar hustles to the window, pulling apart the blinds to look for you.
“Total dick move not telling me she was here, but DAMN, I’m so relieved that she ended up at your place instead of that other bastard’s,” Ivar lets out in a rush. “I know I fucked up big time, but at least she didn’t run off with him. I have to believe we can fix this again. She’s definitely pissed, but you always have a way of calming her down like no one else can. Thanks for keeping an eye on her last night, bro. I really appreciate –”
“IVAR,” Hvitserk yells.
His younger brother whips his gaze away from the window. “What?” Ivar questions.
“I don’t think you should thank me for anything that happened last night.”
“Here, come inside. No crying on the stoop,” Hvitserk tells you.
You let him grab your hand, gently pulling you inside. Once the door closes, you both stare at each other in silence. He breaks it first. “I’m sorry,” he starts. “I’m sorry he hurt you again.”
“Don’t apologize for him.”
“He’s my little brother and our friendship is the reason you met him in the first place. I can’t help but feel somewhat responsible.” He shifts his weight from one foot to the other while he waits for you to respond. “So,” he asks, “are you actually done with him this time?”
You chew on your lip, willing yourself not to cry, to be stronger than the shattered woman Ivar has made you feel tonight. “I’m gonna need a drink,” you say.
“What do you mean by that?” Ivar asks. When Hvitserk hesitates, he continues. “Oh shit, when did she get here? She did spend the night with Uhtred, didn’t she? Son of a bitch.”
“Ivar, no,” his brother insists. “She slept here last night.”
“Okay, good.” He tilts his head and arches an eyebrow when Hvitserk refuses to look him in the eye. “Or…not good?” he questions.
“I’m really sorry,” Hvitserk offers. His eyes flick up to meet Ivar’s, just in time to catch his little brother’s fist flying at his face.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Ivar screams. “This has to be a joke. There’s no fucking way you would do this to me!”
Hvitserk stands up straight, wiping the blood now trickling from the split in his cheekbone. “It just happened,” he explains, his eyes pleading with his brother to understand. “It shouldn’t have, but it did and I’m so sorry.”
Ivar is pacing now, hands balled into fists held tightly to the rungs of his crutches. “You? Of all people, she hooks up with you?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Ivar whips back toward his brother.
“It means that you’re the underachieving, underperforming, and underwhelming brother. Ubbe is dependable, Bjorn is successful, and even Sigurd’s dumb ass is supposedly talented. You have nothing to show for everything Mom and Dad gave us and nothing to offer the world except your loyalty as a brother, which apparently means NOTHING anymore!” Ivar seethes.
Hvitserk barks out a cruel laugh. “I’m nothing? Then congratulations, you’re less than nothing. She didn’t end up crying on my doorstep for no reason. She came here because, at the end of the day, she knows I’ll be here. Whether you want to or not, you have to face the fact that you are the cause of all your misfortunes. Not me, not Dad, not Lagertha or Bjorn. YOU, Ivar. Start taking some responsibility for your shortcomings and full-on fuck ups or you will always be as alone as you feel right now.”
As Ivar aggressively starts toward him, Hvitserk puts a hand up. “You only get one free one, brother.”
“You and I are not brothers,” Ivar spits, pointing his finger toward Hvitserk’s face. “And after what you did last night, I’m not sure we ever were. Not in any way that counts.”
Hvitserk sighs, a defeated slump making its way to his shoulders. “I am truly sorry you feel that way. We both made mistakes last night, but I don’t think our pain is most important here—”
“Save it,” Ivar cuts him off and stomps out the same door you had left through not long before.
You’re not sure what time it is or how many of these fancy cocktails you’ve had since you got to Hvitserk’s. The two of you are curled up on his couch under a heated blanket while you reminisce on your initial weeks of friendship years before.
“HEY,” you exclaim, “I was NOT standoffish! I was insecure! Sorry you can’t read teen girl body language.”
“Ha! Shows what you know, I was an expert in teen girl body language…if you catch my drift,” he says while playfully nudging you across the couch.
“Yeah, consider the drift caught and immediately returned to sender. Perv.” you laugh.
“Okay, okay, not my finest moment.”
“As opposed to which fine moments?”
“Ouch, Y/N! Fine! I’ll play the role of punching bag for you tonight.”
At his indirect reminder of the betrayal you’d experienced at the hands of his younger brother, the mood in the room immediately loses its playfulness. Unsure of how to respond, you look down at your glass, suddenly intrigued by its contents.
“Hey,” he says as he reaches one hand toward yours, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You grab the hand he offers, intertwining your fingers on your blanket-covered lap. “No, you’re right. You are a rare bright spot in my life and I keep treating you like my emotional safety blanket. It isn’t fair to you. Who knows what I interrupted here tonight when Uhtred had to call you because I’m a drunken mess? I didn’t even think about how I was ruining your night, I just told him to call you.”
“Don’t even start with that,” he responds, sternly. “I’m glad you know that you can always call me. I didn’t have anyone over when you called and, even if I did, they would have been safely in a cab home as soon as I knew you needed me. And as for ‘ruining my night?’ I’m having a drink on my couch with my best friend. Does that sound ruined to you?”
A million potential responses run through your head at his words. Thank you…I appreciate you…I’m so glad we’re friends…your brother is a pile of dog shit…so many potential responses, yet what comes out of your mouth is: “Care for a lesson in adult woman body language?”
Punching bags? Adult woman body language? As you sit in the back of your uber and dig through your memories of the night before, you can’t help but cringe at your words and actions. Ivar may have kicked off the night of mistakes, but apparently you finished it. According to the bruises blossoming along your inner thighs, it seems like you also took your punching bag metaphor into the literal realm. You close your eyes and try to regulate your breathing, knowing that you’ve got nothing but bullshit to deal with now. Going home to a place you share with your ex, having an awkward-but-hopefully-not-friendship-ending conversation with Hvitserk, fighting off the world’s greatest hangover. Yep. Complete and utter bullshit.
Before you know it, your driver is saying your name as his car idles outside your apartment. You thank him as you drag yourself out of the backseat, looking toward the building and wondering how long it’ll be before Ivar shows up. And if he knows yet. And if he and Hvitserk have killed each other. Or if they’re somewhere together talking about how pathetic you are for being the messy idiot who slept with two brothers.
“NO,” you say forcefully to yourself, needing an audible interruption to your negative self-talk. “I did not make those decisions alone.”
You gather your courage on the elevator ride up to your unit, preparing to face Ivar in case he somehow made it back before you. You twist your key in the lock and wait, listening for the sound of his crutches moving toward the door. When you hear nothing, you push it open hesitantly while trying to appear confident. All the lights are off. Ivar isn’t sitting at the dining room table staring daggers into your soul. The coast is clear.
The anxiety you’re currently experiencing is answer enough on how to proceed. You aren’t ready for this confrontation. You may have gotten drunk and slept with Hvitserk, but you were technically broken up because you caught him cheating on you at a party being attended by all your friends. Blinking back tears, you pack as much as you can into your largest suitcase and go.
When Ivar comes charging into the apartment twenty minutes later, he’s too late.
Vikings fic: And It’s Always Been Us - Part Five || modern!AU
A Vikings modern AU for @serasvictoria
Ivar/Hvitserk/plus size!OFC domestic poly pairing
CW: language, sexual content and polyamory, Ivar is his own content warning. Body dysmorphia, loss of metaphorical virginity, first time shenanigans. Discussion of sexual assault, r*pe, drug and alcohol abuse.
Catch up! Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4
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5.
Rain sheets across the window and the gale rattles the fire escape, howling across the earth as if trying to strip everything bare and start again. Hvitserk stares at the ceiling, letting the storm lull him into a dull wasteland where his thoughts come and go easily.
The text message from Ivar came earlier; the storm had grounded flights and he was stuck, riding it out in an airport lounge somewhere, probably cold and irritable and in pain. His heart leaps into his throat. They’re home alone again.
Hvitserk hopes she’ll come to him. He hopes, lets the part of him that aches for her to grow roots in his chest and curl leaves among the branches of his ribcage until it’s all he can think about.
His sheets still smell of her.
Though hope springs eternal the sound of her footsteps across the carpet still makes him sit up in bed with a start, his heart thumping wildly.
“Hey, are you–”
The words die on his tongue as she presses her lips to his firmly, her hands finding his warm skin beneath his shirt, pushing the thin cotton up over his head. Hvitserk can’t stop the deep rumble that escapes his chest, or the way his arms wrap around her firmly. Her nightgown bunches up around her hips as she straddles him carefully, fingers curling through his hair, heated kisses that gasp for breath and mean more than any word she could utter.
it's true... i hadn't quite clicked that myself but it was katheryn [winnick] who said to me one day, "you know, he looks like how travis [fimmel] used to look. when i was first acting with travis, that's what travis looked like." — michael hirst
A/N: Hello!♥️ As I’m struggling with Heathen and other projects, I thought I would post this because it’s been a while since I posted anything :( I’m sorry! I will try to write a bit more this month (which won’t be as hectic as November, I hope!). When you read this I will (hopefully) be arriving to Germany! (In fact I’m leaving to the airport now) I’m excited but nervous because I miss traveling a lot but now everything is very delicate giving the situation in Europe :(( I quarantined and got tested before leaving (apart from being vaccinated, of course) so things are okay for now but I have to be careful! So it’s stressing😅 Probably will quarantine again and get another test when I come back so I will have time to write👀
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter! The last scene was the one I had in mind when I planned this sequel, so I truly hope you enjoy it💞 thank you so much for reading!
Warnings: angst, heartbreaks, mentions of fighting, mentions of alcohol and things like that, cute dogs, cute Ivar, nostalgia…
I'm glad you got to write the scene you had in mind! I can't wait to read more, I'm hoooooked waiting to see if/how he earns her trust and partnership again.
Prompt: #76 from the nsfw list, “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck” - for my lovey anon
A/n: totally took this prompt and changed it to my liking cause well…I can 😘
Gif by @ofmanderley
She knows how he loves to see her hair down. It is not proper or right for a married woman but she does it anyway, to tempt him. She had asked for money, hoping the way her hair curled around her waist would trap him. It would not be so easy.
With raised brow at her pleading he tells her, “Don’t push your luck.” He walks past her, ready to leave this church, a place that they spend too much time and money on.
“We must give back to the church,” She replies, a desperate plea for him to listen, but he rarely listens to her, a Christian he does not respect, a hand he was forced to take.
“They have done so much-” she continues, chasing after him.
“For who?” Ubbe challenges with a frown, his brow creasing at her claim. He turns tight on his heel, startling her. She is doe-eyed and half frightened of him. “You have an interesting way of taking care of your own.”
“Our people, Ubbe.”
His brow raises in scepticism, dipping a finger in the metal bowl of holy water that separates them, disrupting the stillness.
“So flushed when we argue in this place.” He gestures to the painted idols of the Virgin Mary and stained glass that sparkles in the candle light. She frowns, her lip pulling in a scowl as she crosses her arms over her chest. She opens her mouth to argue but is met with a flick of cold water on her face.
“Ubbe!” She cries out, “You cannot!”
He laughs, tongue playing against his lips as he tries to contain his humor.
“Even more,” He hums, flicking his chin in the direction of her crimson cheeks.
He leans in, nose brushing against her ear, his voice is a gravelly whisper sending chills down her spine. “You know I am holding back from fucking you over that counter.”
Her face pales as she drinks in his words. “The altar,” She squeaks in disbelief.
He chuckles at the way her chest heaves in her bodice. There was no greater sin than the idea of fornicating in a church.
“I should take you now. Bend you over.” His hand wraps around the base of her neck, gripping her just as if he had her bent now.
“Take my seed,” He purrs against her flushed cheeks. “Bear our child.” He steps away, taking in her reaction. With a thought of consideration he shrugs his shoulders, a teasing glint sparking in his eyes, though she hardly knows him well enough to tell the difference between a joke or not. “Then maybe I will consider your people.”
Her lips part in a delicate pop, a mixture of surprise and hunger. She might have spread her legs in the same way had they not been in this cold hall, a place that was supposed to be warmed by their god but left Ubbe chilled and hollow.
She wants a child as much as him and if they agreed on nothing else it would be to have a family. His thumb traces the line of her lip, red and plump with blood. He imagines what it might be to fill her up and then with a confidence he does not think she would possess her tongue timidly darts along the digit. He sees something in her eyes that he has not witnessed before and so he replaces his thumb with his mouth, tender and soft, a question he has wanted to ask from the moment of their marriage.
She answers in an illicit whimper, so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it. He pauses to listen but hungry lips devour his and he fights back to find his footing. His hand travels onto her jaw and her neck, down her arms and to her waist, pulling her in. The heavy brocade of her dress is too soft under his rough fingers, calluses catching on the raised silk. He tugs her skirts up until he can feel the smoothness of her thighs and in between her legs thick hair and down he parts her lips to find her drenched opening.
He wants to grumble out a note on her sign of want for him, instead he curls his fingers inside of her, thumb brushing across her sensitive nub. She sings out a high holy note that would make the chorus jealous and he smiles into the crook of her neck as she pleads for more. This is what her gods should want, her pleasure, pure and whole, and he will give it to them, a gift to show them what they are missing out on.
He kisses her neck tenderly in an encouragement to her pleasure and when she comes down from her high she looks scared, eyes wide in terror of her sin, still she clings on to him with grasping fingers, hoping he’ll reassure her.
His mouth covers hers, whispering soft words against her lips. How he longs for a family, with many children, they will grow up Saxon, he does not care. She giggles shyly at his pledge then moans long and low when his thumb brushes over her clit, falling into him, her knees weak but she has another one in her and Ubbe is determined to find it with her, together.
The steps up the diasis to the altar are a tumbling of feet but she is so pliable in Ubbe’s arms she hardly notices, her face twisting in pleasure, gone somewhere else. He nips at her quivering lip before twisting her around, hand on her neck bending her over. He makes quick work of his breeches, flipping her skirts over her back.
She wants to slip out from under him, trying to come to her senses, back to her strict morals, but Ubbe won’t let her, holding her steady by her hip. Her crouches low, kissing her round cheek, the outside of her thigh, and the inside, soft and warm under his lips. She shutters when his mouth covers her, lapping her up, like drinking from a trough. His fingers knead the thickness of her thighs, nose buried as he licks her up.
He needs to be inside her, the way she moans and the pure taste of her has him painfully stiff. He withdraws his mouth, palming her, spreading her juices along and onto himself before pressing his tip against her opening. A soft whimper has him halting, sitting with her want for him but she is impatient and she rolls her hips back.
He growls in delight, hand wrapping around the base of her neck, unbound hair trapped in his grip, he pulls her in close, back arched in a slight curve that allows him to slip in wholly. Her whimpering is shuttered by him filling her up, her mouth a round O that turns into a soft singing when he finds his pace. She is pulsing around him, drawing him in, the hitch in her breath is his cue that she will come again this time with him inside of her. He tugs at her hair, long fingers nudging her jaw, he wants to look at her, see her as she tumbles over the edge. His teeth bare in a feral grin as she cries out, letting himself come inside her at the same time.
Their chests are heaving in unison and for a moment Ubbe holds himself there, not ready to move, not ready to leave her warmth. Three steady breaths and he kisses her neck and chin and cheek before letting her go. She seems to find herself away from his touch, slipping out from his grip, flatting her wrinkled skirt in a hurry. He chuckles at her flushed state, at her feigned embarrassment.
She looks as though she wants to fight with him again, her shoulders square, eyes narrowed in defiance. A laugh tickles his mouth at her fire, he flicks his chin in her direction. Come on, he says, let’s hear it.
She opens her mouth, ready to unleash a slew of harsh words but is cut off by the sound of the door opening. A clergyman shuffles in, long robe rustling against the stone floor. He looks bewildered to find them here, alone.
“Lord Ubbe,” he says with a lit of surprise laced in his voice. “I have been looking for you. Your wife said you would -”
“Ah,” Ubbe interrupts, “I’m sure my wife has promised many things.” With a roll of his eyes and a wave of his hand at his wife, he says, “Take what you will.”
He can almost hear his wife dancing, the way she is beaming internally, her own celebration, proud of herself. A chuckle curls the corners of his mouth, laughing as he leaves the church.
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