Hvitserk x Floki’s daughter reader //Part 4
I want to voice my opinion on Ubbe. If you don’t want to hear it, skip the bold part.
I’ve noticed a lot of people turning their back on Ubbe and I for a reason yes. But in all honesty, I feel bad for him too. Yes, I do think he should take Hvitserk under his wing, but the timeline they are in is also making it more difficult.
Had he taken him under his wing after the second “betrayal” it could’ve been a folly for the both of them. People would’ve lost their respect for Ubbe as a man of power as he would be taking another hit from the same man and swallowing it again, and what was left of the respect they had for Hvitserk would have been gone too. That together could have ended up with people losing their faith in the sons of Ragnar.
In my opinion Ubbe is trying to care for Hvitserk for example, him telling Hvitserk that he’d always love him. Those are small words, but I’d say that to Hvitserk right now, they are something to cling on to. Ubbe is most likely the most important person in Hvitserk’s life right now and him saying that he has always loved him and telling him to get it together, is a motive for Hvitserk to try and get better. Also Ubbe telling Amma to inform Hvitserk about Ivar is a sign to me that, Ubbe wants Hvitserk to kill Ivar.
So all in all, Ubbe is being a jerk, but he isn’t in an easy spot either. (this is coming from a person who has suffered from mental health issues for five years)
As you can see I like to theorize, if you ever want to chat about theories, pls hit me up!! :)
Y/n and Ubbe strolled around Kattegat for Hvitserk. They were both as adamant about finding him before he got to his destination. Which he unfortunately probably had already found.
Y/n was on the verge of tears the whole time. She had promised to be there for him and this is what happens. She lets him down on the first day.
Ubbe on the other hand was feeling mixed emotions. All the resent for Ivar, for their mother, for their father, for Lagertha and most importantly for himself, was coming back. Their whole family was falling apart, or to be more exact, it already had fallen apart.
“Do you think Ivar is plotting to get revenge?”, the woman next to him asked, clearing Ubbe away from his thought.
Ubbe let out a snort. “He is Ivar, of course he is plotting revenge”, he says softly. Y/n glanced at him. There was a sad raging glint in his eyes. And Y/n knew why. Yes, for Ubbe loved his little brother, but also because Ubbe had had to be a father to him also. He had checked how blue his eyes were, carried him, he had encouraged him, where others did not, and scolded him where their mother babied him. There was a big weight on Ubbe’s shoulders and it kept pressing him down. To him seeing his brothers turn against him was poison, and the poison would drain him for the love and warmth he once glowed.
“I miss your father”, he voiced suddenly. “He would know what to do.” Floki, the inspiring friend of their father. The joker, whose jokes sometimes spoke more wisely than most men in their lifetime.
A smile spread on Y/n’s face. “I miss him too. But do not worry, Ubbe. He is with you, for you are a son of Ragnar. The love of my fathers life”, she said with seriousness, but giggled at the end. Ubbe smiled at that, he used to make her cackle with Hvitserk. They used to tickle her, poke her, sing to her and tell her the most ridiculous poems, anything to hear that cackle of hers. Gods those days were good.
Their joy came to stop as they found the shelter. Quickly both of them slid and started calling for Hvitserk.
“Hvitserk, it is me Y/n. Are you here?”, she called while strolling further. Her heart was racing. What if he is not here? She kept on thinking. She would pay anything to anyone at this point, just to hear where the man is. Then she heard it.
“Please, leave me”, it sobbed. Oh sweet Hvitserk. “Ubbe!”,she called quickly and stormed over to Hvitserk.
He was laying against a wall, biting his arm ring. For a tall man, he looked so small, curled up, eyes tightly wound shut. Only the truest of monsters would be able to look at him and not feel like someone was tearing their heart apart. Y/n had never been able to get over the burning feeling when she saw a strong man brought to their weakest, the burning when someone was humiliated. It made her want to vomit.
Both Ubbe and Y/n thought as they saw him. Y/n quickly gathered herself and put on a gentle smile. “My Hvitserk, no one is going to hurt you, we have come to aid you”, she whispers and kneels beside them man.
Hvitserk is quick to realize who is standing above of him. “Ubbe”, he whispers and starts frantically rising up. Ubbe who had not before seen Hvitserk’s condition was in shock. This man before him, was the always hungry and mischievous lad that he had grown up with. He is quick to put his arms out for Hvitserk to rise up against.
When Hvitserk is finally able to stand straight, he crumbles. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, Hvitserk sobs and falls into his older brothers arms. Ubbe holds him up and puts a hand on the back of his brothers head. “You are safe brother, safe”, he says and continues to hold his brother tighter as Hvitserk starts wailing. “And I love you, brother, I always have and always will, never forget that ever again”, he whispers gruffly.
Y/n looks at the brothers with a soft smile on her face. Aye, she made the right choice for bringing Ubbe here.
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Together the three sat in the healers hut. Hvitserk was laying down in the furs while Ubbe stroked his hair and Y/n held his hand.
“That is what I see and hear, I can’t get rid of them. I beg, but they stay”, Hvitserk whispers. “I wanted to take the mushrooms today, I did, but I couldn’t. I-I, Y/n-”, he starts to say, but can’t get the words out.
Y/n doesn’t need to hear them. She smiles again and kisses his hand. “I know Hvitserk, I know. I am so proud”, she tells him. she had never felt as relieved as when Hvitserk told that he had not had any mushrooms. Some mead yes, but no mushrooms. Y/n’s heart swelled at him thinking of her. “I promised to bake for you, what would you like?”
“Cheese pies are good”, he whispered meekly. Ubbe grinned sadly “Brother, never have I heard you be so lazy about the matter food, if you don’t ask for anything else, I’ll start shoving the greens things, you so despise, down your throat”, he teased. This was a new territory to Ubbe. Seeing someone so fragile, especially his own brother. But he would try to support him, he didn’t know how, but he will try.
Hvitserk smiles a little his brothers teasing and lets out a little huff.
“I love you, brother”, he says as clear as day.
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As the night fell in, they ate and Ubbe left, Y/n started to groom Hvitserk again. He was now sitting between her legs as she sat on the stool with a comb in her hand. This time he was relaxed from the beginning, leaning into her touch as she combed his hair, letting out small hums.
“I-Ivar is watching again”, he suddenly whispers and backs up against Y/n’s legs. Y/n is quick to set her comb down and lower herself to the floor behind Hvitserk. She hugs him from behind tightly and draws small circles on his sides.
Y/n’s heart was racing like thunder, she knew it was inappropriate, but she knew why Hvitserk was making her heart race. But that’s how she was, a lovesick dreamer or a fool. In truth, she was like Hvitserk. A little broken and tattered, but she also just wanted someone to love. No she was not using his condition to get it, But because she truly cared for him. Seeing him in this condition just made her understand that maybe the love she had for him wasn’t as childish after all. Every time she saw him hurting, it made her breathing hurt, if she could take away his pain, she would.
She had developed her feelings during Ivar’s rule and her heartbreak after Ubbe. First she thought it was just her heartbreak craving for something, but then as they started to spend more time together, she realized that it was truly Hvitserk himself that made her heart go boom boom.
Then he found Thora. And Y/n was alone and abandoned once again. But even in her saddest moments she could only fake happiness for her friend’s sake. It hurts me so to see you get hurt by the sons of Ragnar, those were the words, her father had spoken to her, when she was crying over Ubbe. Now she was in love with another one of them. Do not lose yourself because of them, my little doe, find someone who doesn’t use your kindness to make it your weakness, but protects you from those people
“Hvitserk , only I am here, Ivar is still far away”, she whispers and holds him tighter and he starts kicking. Suddenly he goes still and drops his head. He starts muttering to himself, so quietly and quickly that Y/n can’t make sense of the words.
Then he turns around sharply and cups Y/n’s face. “Don’t let them use you again, I-Ivar wants to u-use your kindness, he-he want you to pity him. Don’t hurt yourself like that again”, he sneers. Y/n takes a hold of Hvitserk’s hands and pulls him into an embrace. Hvitserk holds her so tightly it hurts, but she doesn’t say anything.
“Does he tell you that?”, she asks the shaking man.
“He tells me the horrible things he’ll do to you, he’ll make me watch this time while he ties you for the men and the horses. Please don’t let him use you, please protect yourself”, he sobs. Hvitserk couldn’t live with knowing Ivar’s plans. He used to be more quiet, but now he tells him things. Evil things. “I will avenge Thora, I will avenge the things he did to you and I will make Ubbe proud”, he growls and tears himself away from the embrace.
What he sees scares him. Y/n is shaking from head to toe, tears sliding down her face, face pained, but no sounds coming out.
“Y/n”, he whispers. “Y-Y/n, it’s me Hvitserk”, he tries again becoming more and more panicked on the inside. Should he get Ubbe? or Gunnhild, a woman could be more soothing. He tried to get onto his feet, but Y/n grasped his pants before he could.
“I-I”, she tries to whisper, but can’t get the words out. Hvitserk shakily kneels down and rubs her arms. “Yes?, It’s me your Hvitserk.” He slowly inches her forward till her shaking body is fully resting against him.
“I am so afraid”, she wails finally. There she breaks down. All the fake strength, the fake smiles and the fake courage gone. But Hvitserk is there. Even in his lowest state, he keeps caring. “Wait”, he whispers and pulls away from the weeping woman.
As steadily as he can, he opens the furs and takes Y/n’s hand. Carefully he helps he up and sits her down onto the furs. “May I”, he whispers again while his fingers inch for her leather braces and corset. Y/n nods gently while still sobbing and shaking.
Gently as ever Hvitserk takes of her arm braces, her corset and her boots. Now was his time to take care of her. He has a seat behind her and starts to undo her braid. When the braid comes undone, he takes the comb from the floor and starts combing her tangles out. His fingers are so tender and soothing on her scalp as he takes sections of her to his tending. Y/n’s sobs quiet down a little and she turns around.
Neither of them say a thing. Both of them shaky and red eyed as they stare at each other. Tenderly Hvitserk draws the woman before him onto his lap. There they sit, both too scared to sleep, too scared to move. But there they sit, in their safe embrace.
Sorry, I might’ve just screwed up this whole part...PLEASE comment as much as you want, I love reading them!!
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