Rónan

Prince of Ulaid

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Rónan

Rónan mac Fhionáin Flaithrí

(Ronan, son of Finan, the Noble Prince)

At just nineteen, Rónan stands on the threshold of manhood, already carrying the weight of kingship upon his young shoulders. The firstborn son of Finan of Ulaid, he bears his father’s dark hair and dark eyes — features that give him a striking, brooding presence at court. Though youthful, his posture and bearing already mark him as every inch the noble prince, heir to one of the most contested thrones in the Gaelic world.

Raised in the Christian faith of his father’s court, Rónan outwardly embodies the virtues expected of a young ruler: piety, learning, and the noble restraint of a future king. He attends mass, recites his prayers, and wears the cross at his neck as a symbol of his dynastic legitimacy in a land where church and kingship are deeply entwined.

Yet beneath this polished exterior lies another inheritance, one whispered rather than declared. From his grandmother, Deirdre — Finan’s mother and a woman steeped in the old ways — Rónan has absorbed a quiet but enduring connection to the Celtic mysteries. In secret, he honors the gods and spirits of his ancestors, guided by Deirdre’s tales of omens, cycles, and the thin veil between the seen and unseen worlds. This hidden faith does not conflict in his heart with Christianity but deepens it, giving him a dual nature: outwardly the Christian heir, inwardly a vessel of older, more dangerous wisdom.

His dreams mark him most of all. Since boyhood, visions have haunted his sleep — flashes of future battles, whispered warnings, and images that later unfold in truth. Though he has not yet been formally named a seer, those closest to him know the power runs in his blood. He often wakes troubled, uncertain whether his dreams are blessings from God or messages from the old gods his grandmother revered.

Age: 19 summers old

Nationality: Irish

Relationship status: Married to Björn Ironside 🖤@bjornironsideviking

Religion: Christianity (familial ties to Celtic Paganism and personal observance)

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Finan sits at the table in the Great Hall, his elbows on the table and hands intertwined. He never should have allowed a small party to directly seek out a threat. His own children. His regrets are plenty, having grown so comfortable in their guarded fortress as a doting father to the girls and Revna that he’s already forgetting the dangers that may lurk outside of it.

Ronan joins him and gives him report, his hands behind his back as he stands before his father.

“Father… it was madness,” the prince grins. Ronan can never really stay serious for long.

“Oh?” Finan says halfheartedly with a cocked eyebrow. He’s still reeling from having had to band together men to fight off the rebels from Alba in such a hurried state.

“Cinaed killed Domnal. A dagger straight to the heart. Gunnar transformed and ripped men to shreds. It was a sight!!”

The Irishman’s attention peaks then, his eyes going wide. “… all threats dispersed?

“Yes. So many.” Ronan smiles. “All has been recovered, but… I have to tell you, Da. Cinaed was felled in battle. Gunnar saved his life.”

“… what?” Finan asks almost sternly. All he can really hear is that Cinaed fell.

“Gunnar saved him. He’s alive. He shouldn’t be… but he is. A rebel snuck up on him, and a sword went straight through his chest. We all saw it. Gunnar took him, and saved him with his magic. You can’t even see the wound. There is no wound!”

Finan just looks at Ronan, baffled with his mouth dropped open. “… he’s alright?”

“He’s more than alright. The Northman saved him. Look… you haven’t spoken about the wedding since Gunnar asked for his hand. I know why.” The prince says with a little flair in his voice. He knows his father well, now. Finan has been avoiding the subject, despite being inherently supportive.

“… they deserve to have the same honor brought before them as you did for me. The Northman deserves it. He is so rightful for Cinaed. You can see it. I know you can.”

Finan nods. He would have to speak to Gunnar… right away.

“You’re right.” The Irishman drawls.

“I am?”

“Yes. Bring the Northman to me.”

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The Northman lets out a groan at the knock on their cottage door. He smelled Ronan’s approach even before the young man reached the doorstep. Tangled in the furs with his face buried in Cinaed’s neck, and his arm draped possessively over his mate’s waist, Gunnar tries to ignore the knock. Maybe if they are quiet, Ronan will just go away and let them cuddle in peace. No such luck as a louder, more insistence knock disturbs the silence. Cinaed is starting to stir in his arms, the peacefulness of sleep broken. Gunnar lets out a low growl as he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Your brother has perfect timing…” the warrior jests with a hint of irritation in his voice.

After their bath the night before, things took a more heated turn. They had every intention to send for their little one, but neither Gunnar nor Cinaed could stop the need to be close. To touch one another, to feel one another, to reassure each other that all was right in the world again. They were both whole, and nothing would come between them. They fell asleep, with tangled limbs and furs, sometime in the middle of the night as exhaustion finally claimed them. Both sated and buzzing from the energy drumming between them.

As Gunnar rolls out of bed, a soft smile comes to his face at Cinaed’s little whine. The warrior bends over to brush his lips against Cinaed’s as his mate burrows further under the furs.

“Stay…I’ll get the door.” Gunnar says in a warm honeyed voice, his fingers tracing down Cinaed’s bare back.

The Northman grabs a clean pair of trousers, slipping them on without bothering to tighten the laces. He has every intention of climbing back in bed with his lover once he finds out why they have been so rudely interrupted. Answering the door, Gunnar can see the mischievous look in the older prince’s eyes, as if he knows that he interrupted a tender moment between the warrior and his love.

“Ronan…” Gunnar greets with a firm voice, trying to hide the smirk on his face at the merriment the older prince’s eyes.

“Everything alright?”

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Sleeping so soundly next to his lover in the furs, Cinaed starts to stir when Gunnar sits up in bed. When the Northman mentions his brother, he lets out a little stubborn whine.

What does he want?

As Gunnar presses his lips to his, the prince hums, pulling the furs closer and burying himself underneath them, wishing that his sultry voiced lover would stay there with him.

“Hello, Gunnar. I’m sorry I interrupted your morning.” Ronan says with a little smirk.

“I, uh… gave my father report, and he wants to see you urgently.”

“Tell him Gunnar is sleeping!” Cinaed shouts from their chamber, eavesdropping the conversation.

“I can’t! It’s nearly mid morning.” Ronan echoes back. “Look, I know you two must be exhausted. Finan only wants to see you briefly. Cinaed can stay here.”

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After going over the supplies in her healing chamber, Revna realizes she is low on many of the herbs and plants that she will need when her pup comes. Much of it had been used to help Elle’s through her own labor, bringing Uhtred’s beautiful baby boy into the world. Lachlan is the name they chose, a lovely name representing Elle’s Scottish heritage and Uhtred’s claim to the Danes. Revna smiles as she remembers the look on Uhtred’s face when his son was born. Just one look and he was absolutely smitten. She is so happy for Elle and Uhtred, and it’s been heartwarming seeing how naturally Elle has taken to motherhood.

A sharp pain makes Revna wince, as her hand comes down to cup the bottom of her belly. She can sense that her little one won’t be far behind, and it renews her urgency to be prepared. Raspberry leaf, chamomile, and yarrow are at the top of her list of plants she needs. Rosehips if she can find it and lady’s mantle.

Tora is babbling at Hati on the floor, both of them in their own little world when Revna scoops her up. “Come, my sweet girl…lets go find your brother and gather some herbs.”

After grabbing a basket from the table, Revna leaves her healing chamber with Hati close on her heels. Knowing that her husband will be cross with her if she doesn’t bring protection, Revna calls out to Maelock and Lorcan. They have been hanging around the fortress when Cinaed is not in need of their services.

“Gentlemen,” Revna smiles. “I would like to ask for your assistance. I’m going to go fetch my son in the village and then go into the forest to gather some herbs. If you could come along for protection I’d appreciate it.

…and I promise not to make you stay behind this time.” She chuckles when she sees the worried looks on their faces after the last time she ventured into the forest.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have Ronan with us as well…” She calls over her shoulder as the men reluctantly follow.

When she gets to Ronan’s cottage, with Tora on her hip, Revna knocks on the door. “Ronan!” She softly calls out. “It’s mum…I was hoping to borrow you for a moment.”

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Mara hears the knock on the door first, jumping from her spot on the kitchen table and scampering to the front door. Ronan is busy at the hearth with some bacon over the fire, and Hali is helping him with baking. Björn is sitting at the table with Asa, helping her read runes.

“Hali, get the door please.” Ronan chirps out.

“I can’t,” Hali says, looking down at his hands and spreading his fingers. They’re thoroughly covered with sticky flour.

“Oh my god,” Ronan snickers. “More flour, less water, babe… You’re a mess.”

When Björn offers to get up, Ronan gives him a charming smile and shakes his head. He dries his hands on a towel as he strides to the door, shewing his kitty away from the door’s edge.

“Mum! Hi!” Ronan beams with shining dark eyes.

“You said you need to borrow me? Whisk me away, I beg of you.” The prince winks at her.

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As Ronan opens the door, Revna peeks in seeing Hali with his hands covered in dough and Björn and Asa sitting at the table.

“Wow…looks like you have your hands full!” Revna teases with a grin. “…and I thought I had my hands full with this little monster.” She tickles Tora’s belly until her little girl giggles.

“That was the plan if you can spare a moment…” Revna gives her son an endearing look. “I need to go into the forest to gather some plants and herbs and I was hoping you could come help me. Medicinal plants I need before the pup comes.” She offers in explanation.

“Maelock and Lorcan reluctantly agreed to come along…” Revna glances back at the two men loitering behind her. “Promised I would let them offer their protection without chasing them off and incurring your father’s wrath.” She lightly chuckles.

“Besides…I missed spending time with my son.” Revna gives Ronan a little wink.

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“Oh, that sounds great…” Ronan says, looking at his husband as if to beg permission. Of course he doesn’t need it, but when Björn nods and gives the prince a grin, Ronan absolutely beams.

“Yes yes yes. Let’s do it.” He says. He strides over to Hali, handing him a damp rag for his hands before kissing his head, then strides over to Björn and Asa. He kisses the little girl’s head too before sharing a kiss with his husband.

“I won’t be too long,” he smirks at Björn. “I love you.”

Stepping out into the fresh air with Revna, Ronan takes her hand and places it on his bicep as he smiles at his sister.

“Hi princess!” He beams down at Tora.

“Oh, I missed you too. Is everything goin’ good? It seems like the village has been focused on your father’s love life...” He chuckles. It’s no exaggeration, either. Everyone seemed to be invested in the wayward warrior’s romance with the even more wayward young prince, and the subsequent engagement had everyone’s attention peaked.

“… proud of you for bringin’ guards.” The prince snickers. “Father is extremely overprotective of you. And man, it’s been a hell of a year. You’re like, related to werewolves and stuff.”

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Revna smiles fondly as she watches Ronan give the children and his husband kisses before parting. “I will try not to keep him too long…” she gives Björn a reassuring smile.

As soon as Ronan talks to her, Tora starts reaching her little hands out to him. It’s been awhile since they have spent time together and it brings happiness to Revna’s heart seeing the closeness between them. She passes Tora over to her brother so she can fawn on him.

“Yes…everything is going well,” Revna smiles before it turns into a chuckle when Ronan mentions her father. Whom amazingly she hasn’t seen much of since he proposed to Cinaed. Not that she can blame him.

“It is quite the story isn’t it…warrior returns from the dead and falls madly in love with an Irish prince.” Revna winks at Ronan. “…and the villagers don’t even know the half of it.” As far as she knows, only the inner circle knows about Gunnar’s abilities, or the prince’s for that matter.

Walking along the path to the forest, Revna can’t help but notice Hugin and Munin circling overhead, following them on their mission. It comforts her knowing they are always watching over her. No matter where she goes.

Glancing back at Maelock and Lorcan, Revna smiles. “I didn’t want to upset your father anymore than I already have with all that talk about performing Seiðr. I promised to wait until after the little one is born. I want to know as much as possible about what Gunnar is…and what my children might be as well. The only way to find out might be speaking to my great-grandfather from beyond the veil.

…I understand his protectiveness. For both of us.” She softly says as she rubs her hand over her belly. “It’s just sometimes hard letting someone else protect me. Sometimes it’s hard to admit that I need protecting....the warrior inside of me.”

The shieldmaiden’s breath catches on another cramp, as they near the spot where the plants are that she is looking for. She hides the look of pain that crosses her features. She needs these plants, to help her through what’s to come.

“What about you? How are Björn and the children?” Revna tries to distract from the discomfort she is feeling.

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“It is quite the story, yes.” Ronan gives Revna a charming smile. “Gunnar is so interesting… and Cinaed is absolutely besotted.”

Gods, it’s an understatement, and what Revna says is right. The villagers don’t even know the half of it. The two of them must be grateful to live on the outskirts of Bebbanburg.

“I can understand that,” Ronan says as he bounces Tora on his hip as they walk.

[revnashieldmaiden]

After going over the supplies in her healing chamber, Revna realizes she is low on many of the herbs and plants that she will need when her pup comes. Much of it had been used to help Elle’s through her own labor, bringing Uhtred’s beautiful baby boy into the world. Lachlan is the name they chose, a lovely name representing Elle’s Scottish heritage and Uhtred’s claim to the Danes. Revna smiles as she remembers the look on Uhtred’s face when his son was born. Just one look and he was absolutely smitten. She is so happy for Elle and Uhtred, and it’s been heartwarming seeing how naturally Elle has taken to motherhood.

A sharp pain makes Revna wince, as her hand comes down to cup the bottom of her belly. She can sense that her little one won’t be far behind, and it renews her urgency to be prepared. Raspberry leaf, chamomile, and yarrow are at the top of her list of plants she needs. Rosehips if she can find it and lady’s mantle.

Tora is babbling at Hati on the floor, both of them in their own little world when Revna scoops her up. “Come, my sweet girl…lets go find your brother and gather some herbs.”

After grabbing a basket from the table, Revna leaves her healing chamber with Hati close on her heels. Knowing that her husband will be cross with her if she doesn’t bring protection, Revna calls out to Maelock and Lorcan. They have been hanging around the fortress when Cinaed is not in need of their services.

“Gentlemen,” Revna smiles. “I would like to ask for your assistance. I’m going to go fetch my son in the village and then go into the forest to gather some herbs. If you could come along for protection I’d appreciate it.

…and I promise not to make you stay behind this time.” She chuckles when she sees the worried looks on their faces after the last time she ventured into the forest.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have Ronan with us as well…” She calls over her shoulder as the men reluctantly follow.

When she gets to Ronan’s cottage, with Tora on her hip, Revna knocks on the door. “Ronan!” She softly calls out. “It’s mum…I was hoping to borrow you for a moment.”

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Mara hears the knock on the door first, jumping from her spot on the kitchen table and scampering to the front door. Ronan is busy at the hearth with some bacon over the fire, and Hali is helping him with baking. Björn is sitting at the table with Asa, helping her read runes.

“Hali, get the door please.” Ronan chirps out.

“I can’t,” Hali says, looking down at his hands and spreading his fingers. They’re thoroughly covered with sticky flour.

“Oh my god,” Ronan snickers. “More flour, less water, babe… You’re a mess.”

When Björn offers to get up, Ronan gives him a charming smile and shakes his head. He dries his hands on a towel as he strides to the door, shewing his kitty away from the door’s edge.

“Mum! Hi!” Ronan beams with shining dark eyes.

“You said you need to borrow me? Whisk me away, I beg of you.” The prince winks at her.

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[revnashieldmaiden]

As Ronan opens the door, Revna peeks in seeing Hali with his hands covered in dough and Björn and Asa sitting at the table.

“Wow…looks like you have your hands full!” Revna teases with a grin. “…and I thought I had my hands full with this little monster.” She tickles Tora’s belly until her little girl giggles.

“That was the plan if you can spare a moment…” Revna gives her son an endearing look. “I need to go into the forest to gather some plants and herbs and I was hoping you could come help me. Medicinal plants I need before the pup comes.” She offers in explanation.

“Maelock and Lorcan reluctantly agreed to come along…” Revna glances back at the two men loitering behind her. “Promised I would let them offer their protection without chasing them off and incurring your father’s wrath.” She lightly chuckles.

“Besides…I missed spending time with my son.” Revna gives Ronan a little wink.

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“Oh, that sounds great…” Ronan says, looking at his husband as if to beg permission. Of course he doesn’t need it, but when Björn nods and gives the prince a grin, Ronan absolutely beams.

“Yes yes yes. Let’s do it.” He says. He strides over to Hali, handing him a damp rag for his hands before kissing his head, then strides over to Björn and Asa. He kisses the little girl’s head too before sharing a kiss with his husband.

“I won’t be too long,” he smirks at Björn. “I love you.”

Stepping out into the fresh air with Revna, Ronan takes her hand and places it on his bicep as he smiles at his sister.

“Hi princess!” He beams down at Tora.

“Oh, I missed you too. Is everything goin’ good? It seems like the village has been focused on your father’s love life...” He chuckles. It’s no exaggeration, either. Everyone seemed to be invested in the wayward warrior’s romance with the even more wayward young prince, and the subsequent engagement had everyone’s attention peaked.

“… proud of you for bringin’ guards.” The prince snickers. “Father is extremely overprotective of you. And man, it’s been a hell of a year. You’re like, related to werewolves and stuff.”

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[revnashieldmaiden]

Revna smiles fondly as she watches Ronan give the children and his husband kisses before parting. “I will try not to keep him too long…” she gives Björn a reassuring smile.

As soon as Ronan talks to her, Tora starts reaching her little hands out to him. It’s been awhile since they have spent time together and it brings happiness to Revna’s heart seeing the closeness between them. She passes Tora over to her brother so she can fawn on him.

“Yes…everything is going well,” Revna smiles before it turns into a chuckle when Ronan mentions her father. Whom amazingly she hasn’t seen much of since he proposed to Cinaed. Not that she can blame him.

“It is quite the story isn’t it…warrior returns from the dead and falls madly in love with an Irish prince.” Revna winks at Ronan. “…and the villagers don’t even know the half of it.” As far as she knows, only the inner circle knows about Gunnar’s abilities, or the prince’s for that matter.

Walking along the path to the forest, Revna can’t help but notice Hugin and Munin circling overhead, following them on their mission. It comforts her knowing they are always watching over her. No matter where she goes.

Glancing back at Maelock and Lorcan, Revna smiles. “I didn’t want to upset your father anymore than I already have with all that talk about performing Seiðr. I promised to wait until after the little one is born. I want to know as much as possible about what Gunnar is…and what my children might be as well. The only way to find out might be speaking to my great-grandfather from beyond the veil.

…I understand his protectiveness. For both of us.” She softly says as she rubs her hand over her belly. “It’s just sometimes hard letting someone else protect me. Sometimes it’s hard to admit that I need protecting....the warrior inside of me.”

The shieldmaiden’s breath catches on another cramp, as they near the spot where the plants are that she is looking for. She hides the look of pain that crosses her features. She needs these plants, to help her through what’s to come.

“What about you? How are Björn and the children?” Revna tries to distract from the discomfort she is feeling.

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“Yes, quite the story it is.” Ronan smiles brightly. “Gunnar is really interesting, and Cinaed is absolutely besotted.”

Gods, it was an understatement. Ronan had never seen his brother this way, and it’s beautiful. He’s sure the two of them are glad that they live on the outskirts of the village.

“I can understand that,” Ronan says, bouncing Tora on his hip as they walk. “Björn is very protective too, after all he’s seen. All we’ve been through. Finan is the same.” He muses.

“Doesn’t make it easier to be a free spirit. But…” the prince tilts his head. “Perhaps the more we learn of the magic, the safer we’ll be. We’ll make preparations, and make sure everything is in order, yeah? Also… I think we know what this entails, more than you think. They’re shapeshifters.”

Looking up at the ravens overhead, Ronan feels a sense of peace come over him, Maelock and Lorcan trailing behind or not.

“We’re so good Mum,” Ronan beams. “So, so good. Björn is amazing…”

Setting Tora down so she can walk a little, the prince furrows his brows.

“So… raspberry leaf. Rosehips. Chamomile. I’m tryin’ to remember. Let’s get on it…

Woah. Wait a minute. Are you alright?” The prince suddenly asks, having had a flash of something in his vision. He could see his mother kneeling to the ground a little and clutching her belly.

“Are you in pain?”

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“I’m just happy they are both here, and not still in Ulaid. No matter the political fallout. It make our family feel whole…” Revna smiles. Cinaed and Gunnar belong here, with the rest of their family and it feels good having her father close by again. And seeing him happier than she has ever seen him fills her own heart with joy.

“Yes…we will continue to learn about the magic. There are so many things I want to try…once it’s safe to do so.” Revna muses as she recalls some of the things her mother has been teaching her. Gyda keeps telling her she needs to prepare, but for what she does not know yet.

“They are shapeshifters, but what all does that entail. Is it just as simple as changing form, or is there more? That is what I need to know, so I can prepare my children… and myself.” Revna looks into Ronan’s eyes with an inquiring look of her own.

“I’m so happy to hear that you and Björn are doing well. And they children look happy… I think Ragnar made a good decision taking them from Torvi.” Revna smiles. Not that she would endorse children being taken from their mother, but for some reason it felt right.

“Don’t wander too far…sweetie.” Revna smiles at Tora as her daughter takes in the plants and the sounds of the birds in the trees. Hati right beside her to make sure she is safe. “Who needs a babysitter when you have Hati…” Revna chuckles.

“…and yarrow. For bleeding…” Revna whispers the last part as a shudder runs through her that she tries to ignore.

“I’m fine…just a little discomfort. Nothing I can’t manage. The pup is resting lower and it’s just putting a lot of pressure on my pelvis.” Revna tries to reassure Ronan, although she’s not sure how convincing she is by the look on Ronan’s face.

“Walking helps…” she adds.

“As soon as we finish gathering what I need, we’ll return to the fortress and I’ll take a rest. I’ll be fine.” She places her hand on Ronan’s arm as she concentrates on her breathing for a moment, as another cramp flows through her. It only takes a moment before it calms.

“Now, let’s hurry…” she says with a sense of urgency. As she kneels down near a patch of plants to gather what she needs. Hugin is circling overhead, while Munin perches on a nearby branch as if he’s guarding. 

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When Revna mentions the children, Ronan smiles, despite the mention of their biological mother. In truth, he’d thought very little of her— he had selfishly assumed his husband’s opposite role, and as long as the pups were happy, he would be as well.

“Good boy Hati,” Ronan says. He snickers when Tora says “plant” as she touches some moss on a tree. Their mother must have taught her that word recently. As they walk along, they start to be somewhat successful in their gathering.

“Yes, yarrow.” Ronan agrees. Revna had taught him so much about foraging lately, but there’s a lot to learn. He gets distracted as his mother looks increasingly uncomfortable, and the prince gives her a wide eyed look.

“Uh…” he says as Revna places a hand on his arm.

I’ll be fine. Stubborn.

“Mum… you are definitely showin’ signs of labor, and I swear to the Gods… I am not going to be alone out here with you when it happens!” The prince says dramatically.

“We have to start headin’ back. This should be enough, no? Mum I swear I can’t handle it…” he pleads with her. “I’m weak!”

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If it wasn’t for the discomfort that is gradually becoming more noticeable and intense, Revna would be chuckling at Ronan being dramatic. Holding out her hand, she beckons his help to stand back up. There should be enough of what she needs.

“You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.” She gives Ronan a gentle look.

As Ronan helps her to rise, another strong contraction grips her and her hand immediately goes to her belly. “You’re right…we should head back. Fetch your sister…”

Without looking up, Revna already knows that Hugin is flying towards the fortress to fetch Finan. Her ravens having become even more in tuned to her needs. While Ronan grabs Tora, despite her little squeal of protest, Revna places her hand on a tree to steady herself. The energy of the tree calms her, and she closes her eyes for a moment soaking it in. Before she opens them back up, she feels wetness running down her leg.

“Uh, Ronan…we need to go. Now.” She tries to say as calmly as possible so as not to scare her son.

Having seen the raven circling over the edge of the forest, Ragnar walks in that direction, having a sense that Revna might be out foraging. As soon as Hugin makes a bee line for the fortress, Ragnar rushes to the rest of the way, knowing the raven wouldn’t leave Revna’s side unless it’s for something important.

When he sees Revna clutching her belly, and the panicked look in his son-in-law’s eyes, Ragnar rushes in to help.

“Here. Let me take her.” Ragnar motions to Tora, taking the little girl out of Ronan’s hands so he can concentrate on helping his mother. “Don’t worry…I’ve got her.”

“Tha—thank you, Ragnar…” Revna stutters out as she tries to breathe through a contraction. 

Taking Ronan’s arm in a strong grip, Revna give him a little nod. “Let’s go…it’ll be alright. Just take it slow.”

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“Okay. Alright. Okay,” Ronan says with a heightening anxious energy, immediately heading for Tora and picking her up into his arms. Even the sight of his mother leaned against a tree in that state is frightening. The guards are near, but they look just as helpless as he feels.

“Okay. Okay! Let’s go.”

Fuck.

“Oh my god, your waters...” Ronan says. Don’t panic…

“C’mon, Mum. Lean on me.” The prince says, but when he sees his father in law, he could literally melt.

“Oh Ragnar, thank the Gods…”

Handing Tora off to the Northman gives Ronan a more steely resolve as he lends his arm to the woman he loves most in the world. They take it slow, just as she says, getting closer to the forest before a blushing, grinning Irishman meets them halfway.

“It’s time, eh?!” Finan rings out in a breathy drawl.

“Wow, Ronan, you look terrible. Here…” he says, motioning Revna to come close to him as the prince rolls his eyes.

“You took the guards with you. Good girl,” Finan drawls lowly to her, beaming.

“I’m right here, darling. Not goin’ anywhere. Let’s go to the chamber and get ya comfortable, hm? Gods, I love you…” The Irishman grins.

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After going over the supplies in her healing chamber, Revna realizes she is low on many of the herbs and plants that she will need when her pup comes. Much of it had been used to help Elle’s through her own labor, bringing Uhtred’s beautiful baby boy into the world. Lachlan is the name they chose, a lovely name representing Elle’s Scottish heritage and Uhtred’s claim to the Danes. Revna smiles as she remembers the look on Uhtred’s face when his son was born. Just one look and he was absolutely smitten. She is so happy for Elle and Uhtred, and it’s been heartwarming seeing how naturally Elle has taken to motherhood.

A sharp pain makes Revna wince, as her hand comes down to cup the bottom of her belly. She can sense that her little one won’t be far behind, and it renews her urgency to be prepared. Raspberry leaf, chamomile, and yarrow are at the top of her list of plants she needs. Rosehips if she can find it and lady’s mantle.

Tora is babbling at Hati on the floor, both of them in their own little world when Revna scoops her up. “Come, my sweet girl…lets go find your brother and gather some herbs.”

After grabbing a basket from the table, Revna leaves her healing chamber with Hati close on her heels. Knowing that her husband will be cross with her if she doesn’t bring protection, Revna calls out to Maelock and Lorcan. They have been hanging around the fortress when Cinaed is not in need of their services.

“Gentlemen,” Revna smiles. “I would like to ask for your assistance. I’m going to go fetch my son in the village and then go into the forest to gather some herbs. If you could come along for protection I’d appreciate it.

…and I promise not to make you stay behind this time.” She chuckles when she sees the worried looks on their faces after the last time she ventured into the forest.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have Ronan with us as well…” She calls over her shoulder as the men reluctantly follow.

When she gets to Ronan’s cottage, with Tora on her hip, Revna knocks on the door. “Ronan!” She softly calls out. “It’s mum…I was hoping to borrow you for a moment.”

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Mara hears the knock on the door first, jumping from her spot on the kitchen table and scampering to the front door. Ronan is busy at the hearth with some bacon over the fire, and Hali is helping him with baking. Björn is sitting at the table with Asa, helping her read runes.

“Hali, get the door please.” Ronan chirps out.

“I can’t,” Hali says, looking down at his hands and spreading his fingers. They’re thoroughly covered with sticky flour.

“Oh my god,” Ronan snickers. “More flour, less water, babe… You’re a mess.”

When Björn offers to get up, Ronan gives him a charming smile and shakes his head. He dries his hands on a towel as he strides to the door, shewing his kitty away from the door’s edge.

“Mum! Hi!” Ronan beams with shining dark eyes.

“You said you need to borrow me? Whisk me away, I beg of you.” The prince winks at her.

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As Ronan opens the door, Revna peeks in seeing Hali with his hands covered in dough and Björn and Asa sitting at the table.

“Wow…looks like you have your hands full!” Revna teases with a grin. “…and I thought I had my hands full with this little monster.” She tickles Tora’s belly until her little girl giggles.

“That was the plan if you can spare a moment…” Revna gives her son an endearing look. “I need to go into the forest to gather some plants and herbs and I was hoping you could come help me. Medicinal plants I need before the pup comes.” She offers in explanation.

“Maelock and Lorcan reluctantly agreed to come along…” Revna glances back at the two men loitering behind her. “Promised I would let them offer their protection without chasing them off and incurring your father’s wrath.” She lightly chuckles.

“Besides…I missed spending time with my son.” Revna gives Ronan a little wink.

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“Oh, that sounds great…” Ronan says, looking at his husband as if to beg permission. Of course he doesn’t need it, but when Björn nods and gives the prince a grin, Ronan absolutely beams.

“Yes yes yes. Let’s do it.” He says. He strides over to Hali, handing him a damp rag for his hands before kissing his head, then strides over to Björn and Asa. He kisses the little girl’s head too before sharing a kiss with his husband.

“I won’t be too long,” he smirks at Björn. “I love you.”

Stepping out into the fresh air with Revna, Ronan takes her hand and places it on his bicep as he smiles at his sister.

“Hi princess!” He beams down at Tora.

“Oh, I missed you too. Is everything goin’ good? It seems like the village has been focused on your father’s love life...” He chuckles. It’s no exaggeration, either. Everyone seemed to be invested in the wayward warrior’s romance with the even more wayward young prince, and the subsequent engagement had everyone’s attention peaked.

“… proud of you for bringin’ guards.” The prince snickers. “Father is extremely overprotective of you. And man, it’s been a hell of a year. You’re like, related to werewolves and stuff.”

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Revna smiles fondly as she watches Ronan give the children and his husband kisses before parting. “I will try not to keep him too long…” she gives Björn a reassuring smile.

As soon as Ronan talks to her, Tora starts reaching her little hands out to him. It’s been awhile since they have spent time together and it brings happiness to Revna’s heart seeing the closeness between them. She passes Tora over to her brother so she can fawn on him.

“Yes…everything is going well,” Revna smiles before it turns into a chuckle when Ronan mentions her father. Whom amazingly she hasn’t seen much of since he proposed to Cinaed. Not that she can blame him.

“It is quite the story isn’t it…warrior returns from the dead and falls madly in love with an Irish prince.” Revna winks at Ronan. “…and the villagers don’t even know the half of it.” As far as she knows, only the inner circle knows about Gunnar’s abilities, or the prince’s for that matter.

Walking along the path to the forest, Revna can’t help but notice Hugin and Munin circling overhead, following them on their mission. It comforts her knowing they are always watching over her. No matter where she goes.

Glancing back at Maelock and Lorcan, Revna smiles. “I didn’t want to upset your father anymore than I already have with all that talk about performing Seiðr. I promised to wait until after the little one is born. I want to know as much as possible about what Gunnar is…and what my children might be as well. The only way to find out might be speaking to my great-grandfather from beyond the veil.

…I understand his protectiveness. For both of us.” She softly says as she rubs her hand over her belly. “It’s just sometimes hard letting someone else protect me. Sometimes it’s hard to admit that I need protecting....the warrior inside of me.”

The shieldmaiden’s breath catches on another cramp, as they near the spot where the plants are that she is looking for. She hides the look of pain that crosses her features. She needs these plants, to help her through what’s to come.

“What about you? How are Björn and the children?” Revna tries to distract from the discomfort she is feeling.

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“Yes, quite the story it is.” Ronan smiles brightly. “Gunnar is really interesting, and Cinaed is absolutely besotted.”

Gods, it was an understatement. Ronan had never seen his brother this way, and it’s beautiful. He’s sure the two of them are glad that they live on the outskirts of the village.

“I can understand that,” Ronan says, bouncing Tora on his hip as they walk. “Björn is very protective too, after all he’s seen. All we’ve been through. Finan is the same.” He muses.

“Doesn’t make it easier to be a free spirit. But…” the prince tilts his head. “Perhaps the more we learn of the magic, the safer we’ll be. We’ll make preparations, and make sure everything is in order, yeah? Also… I think we know what this entails, more than you think. They’re shapeshifters.”

Looking up at the ravens overhead, Ronan feels a sense of peace come over him, Maelock and Lorcan trailing behind or not.

“We’re so good Mum,” Ronan beams. “So, so good. Björn is amazing…”

Setting Tora down so she can walk a little, the prince furrows his brows.

“So… raspberry leaf. Rosehips. Chamomile. I’m tryin’ to remember. Let’s get on it…

Woah. Wait a minute. Are you alright?” The prince suddenly asks, having had a flash of something in his vision. He could see his mother kneeling to the ground a little and clutching her belly.

“Are you in pain?”

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“I’m just happy they are both here, and not still in Ulaid. No matter the political fallout. It make our family feel whole…” Revna smiles. Cinaed and Gunnar belong here, with the rest of their family and it feels good having her father close by again. And seeing him happier than she has ever seen him fills her own heart with joy.

“Yes…we will continue to learn about the magic. There are so many things I want to try…once it’s safe to do so.” Revna muses as she recalls some of the things her mother has been teaching her. Gyda keeps telling her she needs to prepare, but for what she does not know yet.

“They are shapeshifters, but what all does that entail. Is it just as simple as changing form, or is there more? That is what I need to know, so I can prepare my children… and myself.” Revna looks into Ronan’s eyes with an inquiring look of her own.

“I’m so happy to hear that you and Björn are doing well. And they children look happy… I think Ragnar made a good decision taking them from Torvi.” Revna smiles. Not that she would endorse children being taken from their mother, but for some reason it felt right.

“Don’t wander too far…sweetie.” Revna smiles at Tora as her daughter takes in the plants and the sounds of the birds in the trees. Hati right beside her to make sure she is safe. “Who needs a babysitter when you have Hati…” Revna chuckles.

“…and yarrow. For bleeding…” Revna whispers the last part as a shudder runs through her that she tries to ignore.

“I’m fine…just a little discomfort. Nothing I can’t manage. The pup is resting lower and it’s just putting a lot of pressure on my pelvis.” Revna tries to reassure Ronan, although she’s not sure how convincing she is by the look on Ronan’s face.

“Walking helps…” she adds.

“As soon as we finish gathering what I need, we’ll return to the fortress and I’ll take a rest. I’ll be fine.” She places her hand on Ronan’s arm as she concentrates on her breathing for a moment, as another cramp flows through her. It only takes a moment before it calms.

“Now, let’s hurry…” she says with a sense of urgency. As she kneels down near a patch of plants to gather what she needs. Hugin is circling overhead, while Munin perches on a nearby branch as if he’s guarding. 

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When Revna mentions the children, Ronan smiles, despite the mention of their biological mother. In truth, he’d thought very little of her— he had selfishly assumed his husband’s opposite role, and as long as the pups were happy, he would be as well.

“Good boy Hati,” Ronan says. He snickers when Tora says “plant” as she touches some moss on a tree. Their mother must have taught her that word recently. As they walk along, they start to be somewhat successful in their gathering.

“Yes, yarrow.” Ronan agrees. Revna had taught him so much about foraging lately, but there’s a lot to learn. He gets distracted as his mother looks increasingly uncomfortable, and the prince gives her a wide eyed look.

“Uh…” he says as Revna places a hand on his arm.

I’ll be fine. Stubborn.

“Mum… you are definitely showin’ signs of labor, and I swear to the Gods… I am not going to be alone out here with you when it happens!” The prince says dramatically.

“We have to start headin’ back. This should be enough, no? Mum I swear I can’t handle it…” he pleads with her. “I’m weak!”

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After going over the supplies in her healing chamber, Revna realizes she is low on many of the herbs and plants that she will need when her pup comes. Much of it had been used to help Elle’s through her own labor, bringing Uhtred’s beautiful baby boy into the world. Lachlan is the name they chose, a lovely name representing Elle’s Scottish heritage and Uhtred’s claim to the Danes. Revna smiles as she remembers the look on Uhtred’s face when his son was born. Just one look and he was absolutely smitten. She is so happy for Elle and Uhtred, and it’s been heartwarming seeing how naturally Elle has taken to motherhood.

A sharp pain makes Revna wince, as her hand comes down to cup the bottom of her belly. She can sense that her little one won’t be far behind, and it renews her urgency to be prepared. Raspberry leaf, chamomile, and yarrow are at the top of her list of plants she needs. Rosehips if she can find it and lady’s mantle.

Tora is babbling at Hati on the floor, both of them in their own little world when Revna scoops her up. “Come, my sweet girl…lets go find your brother and gather some herbs.”

After grabbing a basket from the table, Revna leaves her healing chamber with Hati close on her heels. Knowing that her husband will be cross with her if she doesn’t bring protection, Revna calls out to Maelock and Lorcan. They have been hanging around the fortress when Cinaed is not in need of their services.

“Gentlemen,” Revna smiles. “I would like to ask for your assistance. I’m going to go fetch my son in the village and then go into the forest to gather some herbs. If you could come along for protection I’d appreciate it.

…and I promise not to make you stay behind this time.” She chuckles when she sees the worried looks on their faces after the last time she ventured into the forest.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have Ronan with us as well…” She calls over her shoulder as the men reluctantly follow.

When she gets to Ronan’s cottage, with Tora on her hip, Revna knocks on the door. “Ronan!” She softly calls out. “It’s mum…I was hoping to borrow you for a moment.”

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Mara hears the knock on the door first, jumping from her spot on the kitchen table and scampering to the front door. Ronan is busy at the hearth with some bacon over the fire, and Hali is helping him with baking. Björn is sitting at the table with Asa, helping her read runes.

“Hali, get the door please.” Ronan chirps out.

“I can’t,” Hali says, looking down at his hands and spreading his fingers. They’re thoroughly covered with sticky flour.

“Oh my god,” Ronan snickers. “More flour, less water, babe… You’re a mess.”

When Björn offers to get up, Ronan gives him a charming smile and shakes his head. He dries his hands on a towel as he strides to the door, shewing his kitty away from the door’s edge.

“Mum! Hi!” Ronan beams with shining dark eyes.

“You said you need to borrow me? Whisk me away, I beg of you.” The prince winks at her.

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As Ronan opens the door, Revna peeks in seeing Hali with his hands covered in dough and Björn and Asa sitting at the table.

“Wow…looks like you have your hands full!” Revna teases with a grin. “…and I thought I had my hands full with this little monster.” She tickles Tora’s belly until her little girl giggles.

“That was the plan if you can spare a moment…” Revna gives her son an endearing look. “I need to go into the forest to gather some plants and herbs and I was hoping you could come help me. Medicinal plants I need before the pup comes.” She offers in explanation.

“Maelock and Lorcan reluctantly agreed to come along…” Revna glances back at the two men loitering behind her. “Promised I would let them offer their protection without chasing them off and incurring your father’s wrath.” She lightly chuckles.

“Besides…I missed spending time with my son.” Revna gives Ronan a little wink.

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“Oh, that sounds great…” Ronan says, looking at his husband as if to beg permission. Of course he doesn’t need it, but when Björn nods and gives the prince a grin, Ronan absolutely beams.

“Yes yes yes. Let’s do it.” He says. He strides over to Hali, handing him a damp rag for his hands before kissing his head, then strides over to Björn and Asa. He kisses the little girl’s head too before sharing a kiss with his husband.

“I won’t be too long,” he smirks at Björn. “I love you.”

Stepping out into the fresh air with Revna, Ronan takes her hand and places it on his bicep as he smiles at his sister.

“Hi princess!” He beams down at Tora.

“Oh, I missed you too. Is everything goin’ good? It seems like the village has been focused on your father’s love life...” He chuckles. It’s no exaggeration, either. Everyone seemed to be invested in the wayward warrior’s romance with the even more wayward young prince, and the subsequent engagement had everyone’s attention peaked.

“… proud of you for bringin’ guards.” The prince snickers. “Father is extremely overprotective of you. And man, it’s been a hell of a year. You’re like, related to werewolves and stuff.”

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Revna smiles fondly as she watches Ronan give the children and his husband kisses before parting. “I will try not to keep him too long…” she gives Björn a reassuring smile.

As soon as Ronan talks to her, Tora starts reaching her little hands out to him. It’s been awhile since they have spent time together and it brings happiness to Revna’s heart seeing the closeness between them. She passes Tora over to her brother so she can fawn on him.

“Yes…everything is going well,” Revna smiles before it turns into a chuckle when Ronan mentions her father. Whom amazingly she hasn’t seen much of since he proposed to Cinaed. Not that she can blame him.

“It is quite the story isn’t it…warrior returns from the dead and falls madly in love with an Irish prince.” Revna winks at Ronan. “…and the villagers don’t even know the half of it.” As far as she knows, only the inner circle knows about Gunnar’s abilities, or the prince’s for that matter.

Walking along the path to the forest, Revna can’t help but notice Hugin and Munin circling overhead, following them on their mission. It comforts her knowing they are always watching over her. No matter where she goes.

Glancing back at Maelock and Lorcan, Revna smiles. “I didn’t want to upset your father anymore than I already have with all that talk about performing Seiðr. I promised to wait until after the little one is born. I want to know as much as possible about what Gunnar is…and what my children might be as well. The only way to find out might be speaking to my great-grandfather from beyond the veil.

…I understand his protectiveness. For both of us.” She softly says as she rubs her hand over her belly. “It’s just sometimes hard letting someone else protect me. Sometimes it’s hard to admit that I need protecting....the warrior inside of me.”

The shieldmaiden’s breath catches on another cramp, as they near the spot where the plants are that she is looking for. She hides the look of pain that crosses her features. She needs these plants, to help her through what’s to come.

“What about you? How are Björn and the children?” Revna tries to distract from the discomfort she is feeling.

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“Yes, quite the story it is.” Ronan smiles brightly. “Gunnar is really interesting, and Cinaed is absolutely besotted.”

Gods, it was an understatement. Ronan had never seen his brother this way, and it’s beautiful. He’s sure the two of them are glad that they live on the outskirts of the village.

“I can understand that,” Ronan says, bouncing Tora on his hip as they walk. “Björn is very protective too, after all he’s seen. All we’ve been through. Finan is the same.” He muses.

“Doesn’t make it easier to be a free spirit. But…” the prince tilts his head. “Perhaps the more we learn of the magic, the safer we’ll be. We’ll make preparations, and make sure everything is in order, yeah? Also… I think we know what this entails, more than you think. They’re shapeshifters.”

Looking up at the ravens overhead, Ronan feels a sense of peace come over him, Maelock and Lorcan trailing behind or not.

“We’re so good Mum,” Ronan beams. “So, so good. Björn is amazing…”

Setting Tora down so she can walk a little, the prince furrows his brows.

“So… raspberry leaf. Rosehips. Chamomile. I’m tryin’ to remember. Let’s get on it…

Woah. Wait a minute. Are you alright?” The prince suddenly asks, having had a flash of something in his vision. He could see his mother kneeling to the ground a little and clutching her belly.

“Are you in pain?”

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After going over the supplies in her healing chamber, Revna realizes she is low on many of the herbs and plants that she will need when her pup comes. Much of it had been used to help Elle’s through her own labor, bringing Uhtred’s beautiful baby boy into the world. Lachlan is the name they chose, a lovely name representing Elle’s Scottish heritage and Uhtred’s claim to the Danes. Revna smiles as she remembers the look on Uhtred’s face when his son was born. Just one look and he was absolutely smitten. She is so happy for Elle and Uhtred, and it’s been heartwarming seeing how naturally Elle has taken to motherhood.

A sharp pain makes Revna wince, as her hand comes down to cup the bottom of her belly. She can sense that her little one won’t be far behind, and it renews her urgency to be prepared. Raspberry leaf, chamomile, and yarrow are at the top of her list of plants she needs. Rosehips if she can find it and lady’s mantle.

Tora is babbling at Hati on the floor, both of them in their own little world when Revna scoops her up. “Come, my sweet girl…lets go find your brother and gather some herbs.”

After grabbing a basket from the table, Revna leaves her healing chamber with Hati close on her heels. Knowing that her husband will be cross with her if she doesn’t bring protection, Revna calls out to Maelock and Lorcan. They have been hanging around the fortress when Cinaed is not in need of their services.

“Gentlemen,” Revna smiles. “I would like to ask for your assistance. I’m going to go fetch my son in the village and then go into the forest to gather some herbs. If you could come along for protection I’d appreciate it.

…and I promise not to make you stay behind this time.” She chuckles when she sees the worried looks on their faces after the last time she ventured into the forest.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have Ronan with us as well…” She calls over her shoulder as the men reluctantly follow.

When she gets to Ronan’s cottage, with Tora on her hip, Revna knocks on the door. “Ronan!” She softly calls out. “It’s mum…I was hoping to borrow you for a moment.”

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Mara hears the knock on the door first, jumping from her spot on the kitchen table and scampering to the front door. Ronan is busy at the hearth with some bacon over the fire, and Hali is helping him with baking. Björn is sitting at the table with Asa, helping her read runes.

“Hali, get the door please.” Ronan chirps out.

“I can’t,” Hali says, looking down at his hands and spreading his fingers. They’re thoroughly covered with sticky flour.

“Oh my god,” Ronan snickers. “More flour, less water, babe… You’re a mess.”

When Björn offers to get up, Ronan gives him a charming smile and shakes his head. He dries his hands on a towel as he strides to the door, shewing his kitty away from the door’s edge.

“Mum! Hi!” Ronan beams with shining dark eyes.

“You said you need to borrow me? Whisk me away, I beg of you.” The prince winks at her.

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As Ronan opens the door, Revna peeks in seeing Hali with his hands covered in dough and Björn and Asa sitting at the table.

“Wow…looks like you have your hands full!” Revna teases with a grin. “…and I thought I had my hands full with this little monster.” She tickles Tora’s belly until her little girl giggles.

“That was the plan if you can spare a moment…” Revna gives her son an endearing look. “I need to go into the forest to gather some plants and herbs and I was hoping you could come help me. Medicinal plants I need before the pup comes.” She offers in explanation.

“Maelock and Lorcan reluctantly agreed to come along…” Revna glances back at the two men loitering behind her. “Promised I would let them offer their protection without chasing them off and incurring your father’s wrath.” She lightly chuckles.

“Besides…I missed spending time with my son.” Revna gives Ronan a little wink.

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“Oh, that sounds great…” Ronan says, looking at his husband as if to beg permission. Of course he doesn’t need it, but when Björn nods and gives the prince a grin, Ronan absolutely beams.

“Yes yes yes. Let’s do it.” He says. He strides over to Hali, handing him a damp rag for his hands before kissing his head, then strides over to Björn and Asa. He kisses the little girl’s head too before sharing a kiss with his husband.

“I won’t be too long,” he smirks at Björn. “I love you.”

Stepping out into the fresh air with Revna, Ronan takes her hand and places it on his bicep as he smiles at his sister.

“Hi princess!” He beams down at Tora.

“Oh, I missed you too. Is everything goin’ good? It seems like the village has been focused on your father’s love life...” He chuckles. It’s no exaggeration, either. Everyone seemed to be invested in the wayward warrior’s romance with the even more wayward young prince, and the subsequent engagement had everyone’s attention peaked.

“… proud of you for bringin’ guards.” The prince snickers. “Father is extremely overprotective of you. And man, it’s been a hell of a year. You’re like, related to werewolves and stuff.”

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[revnashieldmaiden]

After going over the supplies in her healing chamber, Revna realizes she is low on many of the herbs and plants that she will need when her pup comes. Much of it had been used to help Elle’s through her own labor, bringing Uhtred’s beautiful baby boy into the world. Lachlan is the name they chose, a lovely name representing Elle’s Scottish heritage and Uhtred’s claim to the Danes. Revna smiles as she remembers the look on Uhtred’s face when his son was born. Just one look and he was absolutely smitten. She is so happy for Elle and Uhtred, and it’s been heartwarming seeing how naturally Elle has taken to motherhood.

A sharp pain makes Revna wince, as her hand comes down to cup the bottom of her belly. She can sense that her little one won’t be far behind, and it renews her urgency to be prepared. Raspberry leaf, chamomile, and yarrow are at the top of her list of plants she needs. Rosehips if she can find it and lady’s mantle.

Tora is babbling at Hati on the floor, both of them in their own little world when Revna scoops her up. “Come, my sweet girl…lets go find your brother and gather some herbs.”

After grabbing a basket from the table, Revna leaves her healing chamber with Hati close on her heels. Knowing that her husband will be cross with her if she doesn’t bring protection, Revna calls out to Maelock and Lorcan. They have been hanging around the fortress when Cinaed is not in need of their services.

“Gentlemen,” Revna smiles. “I would like to ask for your assistance. I’m going to go fetch my son in the village and then go into the forest to gather some herbs. If you could come along for protection I’d appreciate it.

…and I promise not to make you stay behind this time.” She chuckles when she sees the worried looks on their faces after the last time she ventured into the forest.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have Ronan with us as well…” She calls over her shoulder as the men reluctantly follow.

When she gets to Ronan’s cottage, with Tora on her hip, Revna knocks on the door. “Ronan!” She softly calls out. “It’s mum…I was hoping to borrow you for a moment.”

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Mara hears the knock on the door first, jumping from her spot on the kitchen table and scampering to the front door. Ronan is busy at the hearth with some bacon over the fire, and Hali is helping him with baking. Björn is sitting at the table with Asa, helping her read runes.

“Hali, get the door please.” Ronan chirps out.

“I can’t,” Hali says, looking down at his hands and spreading his fingers. They’re thoroughly covered with sticky flour.

“Oh my god,” Ronan snickers. “More flour, less water, babe… You’re a mess.”

When Björn offers to get up, Ronan gives him a charming smile and shakes his head. He dries his hands on a towel as he strides to the door, shewing his kitty away from the door’s edge.

“Mum! Hi!” Ronan beams with shining dark eyes.

“You said you need to borrow me? Whisk me away, I beg of you.” The prince winks at her.

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As they prepare to take their separate ways, Cinaed pulls Gunnar into a kiss away from prying eyes, a lasting one that the newly formed King of Ulaid has to physically pull himself away from. He mutters I love you in Gunnar’s native language, giving him one last tender gaze of amber before striding away from him to his own fleet. Cinaed would go to the further Carrickfergus, while Gunnar would go to the nearer Strangford Lough, since the Northman wasn’t as well versed with the territory. Two winding roads to two nearby destinations, both with the potential of Scots landing if they had crossed the border and passed Rathlin Island.

The men take to Gunnar so well, even the greater number of them. Loyal as can be, falling into line seamlessly. Cinaed had insisted stubbornly that their two greatest men each follow one of them… Maelock with Gunnar’s fleet, and Lorcan with Cinaed’s. He’d insisted the Franks fall in line with whatever Gunnar commanded of them. The prince gives his own men direction in his own native language to move forward, and as soon as everyone kicks their horses into a trot, Cinaed smiles at the parting wink the Northman gives him, his own amber eyes glowing at him.

Stubborn Norse bastard… I love you more than anything I’ve ever known.

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A few hours later when the Prince’s fleet reaches Carrickfergus, he’s utterly baffled to see not a single thing amiss. Not a single Scottish ship, not a single raid, and nothing out of the ordinary in the village.

“This is… strange. Did you not say there was rumor of many ships?”

“I did, Your Grace.” Lorcan nods, his facial expression as baffled as his leader’s. “Perhaps they did move on further South.”

That thought makes the prince’s stomach drop. If there were no Scots in sight here, then they could be where Gunnar had traveled. And that strikes more fear into Cinaed than he’s had in a long while. Would Gunnar have to intervene, or would they observe and meet at the monastery in Downpatrick before making any haste towards battle like they had originally planned?

“To the monastery.” Cinaed tells Lorcan, kicking his horse to a fast gallop to lead them.

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Waking before dawn to start their mission was harder than the Northman imagined. Leaving the warmth of his lover and their shared furs knowing what they might face set a heavy weight in Gunnar’s stomach. As everyone prepared their horses for the journey ahead, Gunnar pulls Cinaed aside for a moment, pulling an object from the pouch on his belt.

“I want you to have this…” the warrior softly says as he unwraps the cloth from a silver arm band. The bracelet bearing Odin’s wolves on each end, Geri and Freki. Taking his prince’s hand, he places it around his wrist. He knows it won’t replace him at his prince’s side when they part, but maybe it will give him some comfort. Something tangible that represents their bond to one another. He gives Cinaed a tender kiss before they mount up and lead the men out of the fortress.

The fork in the road comes much sooner than Gunnar had hoped. It breaks his heart to part from his love, and as they share a fervent kiss, Gunnar whispers in Norse his love for Cinaed.

“I’ll meet you in Downpatrick, “ Gunnar tenderly smiles at Cinaed. “We’ll indulge in the monk’s mead and perhaps find some mischief in the place they write their books…” He wags his eyebrows trying to get his love to smile. He knows this is hard, it’s killing him inside too.

“The last one there has to clean the other’s armor for a week…” Gunnar teases his prince, although he’d rather it be a more indulgent reward. They can always discuss that later.

Gunnar tries to refuse taking Maelock with him, wanting his prince to be well protected, but the stubbornness in Cinaed’s eyes tells him he will not relent, so Gunnar finally gives in.

Giving his love a parting wink, Gunnar guides Hrímfaxi towards Strangford Lough, Maelock riding dutifully beside him with the Frankish guardsman, Gautier, and his handful of men ride behind them. The day starts getting warm as the warrior grabs his water skin and takes a deep drink. Something tastes different with the water, almost like a bitter aftertaste. He thinks perhaps he forgot to rinse it out before filling it this morning.

“Maelock, is there a little glen up ahead? A place we can water the horses and get fresh water?” Gunnar asks the Irish guardsman.

“Yes, Commander. Just over that hill.” Maelock points up ahead.

Gunnar nods as he urges Hrímfaxi to go a little faster. The brown stallion following his master’s command. Too late, Gunnar realizes something is wrong with the water he drank. A cold sweat breaks out on his arms and forehead, and he feels his heart racing in his chest. His head starts spinning and his stomach feels like it’s churning. Gunnar leans forward on his horse, trying to stop the dizzy feeling, but it doesn’t help. He retches on the ground no longer able to keep his morning meal down.

“Commander, what’s wrong?” Maelock asks with worry in his eyes. He can tell something is wrong with the Northman with the way he is hunching over his horse. “Gunnar!”

“I-I don’t know…ugh.” The warrior’s face skewers in pain. His arms and legs suddenly feel very heavy and a tremor in his hands keep him from being able to grip his saddle to keep from falling off. Gunnar lands on the hard ground with a loud thud.

“Gunnar!” He hears Maelock shout out, before the Irishman goes strangely silent. 

The sounds of a scuffle surrounds the warrior as Frankish Scara ambush them. Gunnar is helpless to do anything to help his men as he growls out in rage. He hears them try to fight off their attackers, the sounds of metal striking metal ringing through the air before it goes deathly silent.

“The wolf has finally been brought to heel.” Gunnar hears a woman’s voice ring out. His stomach dropping when he realizes it’s Adelaide and her men.

Taking a dagger from the sheath on her belt, Adelaide stands over the once imposing warrior. Leaning over Gunnar, she presses the blade to his throat. “I should kill you right here, but I wouldn’t dream of denying Rollo the pleasure of getting his property back.” Standing back up she spits in Gunnar’s face.

The warrior is paralyzed to move, his body will not work for him. His vision starts fading as the poison pulls him further under it’s grasp.

“Your nightmares should be returning…” Adelaide says in a sickly sweet voice, before turning back to her men.

“Collar and shackle him.” She orders as guards do her bidding. “Then throw him in the cage.”

Gunnar feels panic rise up in his chest as he feels the cold metal of a collar being forced around his neck and locked into place. And he is powerless to stop it. Shackles are added to his wrists and his ankles.

“Cut off his armor, and leave his weapons behind. He’s not going to need them where he’s going.” Adelaide adds coldly.

The men do the Princess’s bidding before hoisting the warrior up and dragging him to the caged cart. Throwing him inside roughly before locking the iron door.

“We need to hurry before the King is on our tail. Duke Rollo is waiting for him at the port.” Adelaide tells the men as they mount up and leave the small battlefield.

Gunnar shouts out, “Cinaed,” before blackness takes him under.

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The prince jumps as he hears a shout echoe in his head, one that sounded like his name. Had he been falling asleep while riding? It didn’t seem like it — but he had zoned out like never before, and the muffled shout was so piercing that it had woken him from his daydream.

This whole journey had felt so wrong. Cinaed had felt it in the pit of his stomach all morning. He’d brushed it off, though — writing it off as just being in love for the first time, and not wanting to part. Perhaps even unsettled nerves from the coronation, and how his men were treating him even more carefully now, uncomfortably so.

When they reach the monastery at Downpatrick, Cinaed gives Lorcan a worried look as they seem to be the first fleet there. Which is concerning, since Carrickfergus was a further distance from the monastery than Gunnar’s location. Cinaed dismounts his horse, waves away any questions and climbs the nearby hill, looking out to the horizon and seeing nothing. Nothing.

Amber eyes continue to scan the horizon where he stands, and the Prince waits. For several minutes, until he loses track of time. He brings his wrist up, examining the beautiful silver bracelet with Odin’s wolves that Gunnar had given him.

“Where are you, baby?” The prince says under his breath, looking out to the horizon again. He quickly turns, jogging back to his men.

“Somethin’ isn’t right. We need to head to Strangford Lough. Now!” He commands the men in Irish, quickly mounting up again and kicking his horse into motion.

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The sound of a gurgling croak and the swoosh of wings pulls Gunnar from scenes of torture playing over and over in his mind. The croak sounds again as he tries to look up through the bars of iron. His eyes won’t focus, everything is blurry, but he swears it’s a big raven flying above him.

Is it Huginn? Revna’s raven? How?

The big warrior tries to move in the confines of the cage, but his arms and legs still feel weighted with iron. The collar around his throat feels like it’s choking him. Each rut in the road jars Gunnar against the iron bars. He lets out a groan of pain as the rough ride tosses him against the metal.

“So, the wolf finally stirs,” Gautier sneers down at him as he rides atop his horse.

Gunnar tries to force his arms to work, rattling the chains that bind him. He growls in frustration as he kicks the metal bars, even if it was a weak attempt.

“Don’t bother struggling, Northman. Those iron chains were forged for the Duke’s own dungeon. You should remember them well. They don’t break for heathens.” The Frankish guardsman smirks.

Another one of the men pokes Gunnar with the blunt end of his spear, angering the warrior even more. He growls out as his eyes turn to ice glaring at the guardsman. He just laughs, continuing to taunt the warrior as if he was a caged animal.

“Renaud, enough!” Adelaide scolds the guardsman. It’s not that she doesn’t get enjoyment out of seeing the Northman tortured, they are drawing near their destination.

“We’re almost there…” She warns the others. The caged cart slows them a little, but she is confident they will get there long before Cinaed realizes what happened.

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“Oh… my god.” Cinaed rasps out in horror as they reach the inlet at Strangford Lough. The dozens of men that Gunnar traveled with lying dead upon the grasses. The lush green tainted red with blood, absolutely everywhere.

The prince swiftly throws his leg over his horse and dismounts, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Lord King!” Lorcan calls after him. The people who did this… the Scots… could still be lingering anywhere. The guardsman dismounts quickly and tries to follow his sworn leader, even as he jogs about, looking at dead men on the ground for a sign of his lover.

“GUNNAR!!” The prince shouts, over and over. Everyone he comes across is dead. Not a single survivor.

“No. No no no no…” Cinaed shakes his head.

“Stay close, Lord, please…” Lorcan pleads with him, trying to stay close himself as the prince moves so hastily. They both stop in their tracks when they see the most familiar face.

“Maelock…” Lorcan says in a defeated tone, kneeling at his brother in arm’s side. Cinaed does the same, taking the warrior’s hand. If he could truly heal with his touch as him and his mother expected, they would find out now.

“Maelock.” Cinaed says firmly, squeezing his hand. He’s trying to stay strong, but he blinks away tears.

“… we’re here.”

Both the prince and Lorcan startle when Maelock gasps and opens his eyes. Cinaed’s eyes still drift to the area around him… knowing that he would have stayed close to Gunnar… but he’s nowhere.

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Maelock rouses at the prince’s touch, his hand immediately going to the knot forming on the back of his head. He lets out a groan as his head throbs from the blow he took. When he looks up into Cinaed’s amber eyes, his stomach drops.

“Lord King, how did you get here?” The grizzled veteran guardsman asks as his rubs his head. He sees the relief in Cinaed and Lorcan’s eyes as he tries to piece together what happened.

As Maelock looks around him, he sucks in a breath seeing his fallen comrades. It slowly comes back to him. Gunnar hunched over his horse, violently ill. “Gunnar!” He breathes out as he looks around himself for their commander.

Maelock tries to stand, unsteadily at first as his eyes search for the Northman. “He-he fell from his horse….right here. He became violently ill.”

As Maelock looks around the field of bodies his heart thuds in his chest. He spots Hrímfaxi stomping his hoof on the ground, snorting in agitation. “Frost-Mane…” the guard whispers, remembering Gunnar telling him that’s what the horse’s name means. Something to do with Norse mythology about a horse who pulls the night across the sky.

“His horse…” Maelock mumbles as he stumbles towards the stallion, seeing Gunnar’s weapons and armor laying on the ground at the horse’s hoofs.

“There were no Scots…” the older Irish guardsman finally mutters out.

“It was the Franks…”

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As Lorcan tends to Maelock and helps him to stand, the prince’s eyes follow the gruff guardsman’s gaze to Gunnar’s horse. He feels his heart literally fall to some sort of rock bottom when he sees his lover’s armor on the ground.

Violently ill…

How is this possible?

Cinaed is frozen, staring at Gunnar’s armor, his mind racing — only looking back to his warriors when Maelock says there was no Scots.

“… what?”

The prince’s voice is rougher than it’s ever been. This was no longer some sad occasion, a raid of Alba. It was a hoax. And Cinaed… was furious.

“If he was ill, then it was premeditated. He was poisoned. Before the attack.” The prince mutters, mostly to himself. That Frankish bitch had something to do with this… he could feel it. Striding to Gunnar’s horse, the prince pets his nose. “You’re going to take me to him, alright?” He whispers to Hrímfaxi. The horse was only really accustomed to Gunnar, but the prince trusts it to be bonded to him as well. Because him and the Northman are one with each other…

Fuck.

Cinaed wipes a few tears on the back of his hand, mounting Hrímfaxi and kicking him into a gallop. The silver at his wrist had done its duty — provided him comfort, but he needs to save the love of his life. The prince’s remaining men scramble to follow him as he leads them closer to the water. His immediate feeling is deep hopelessness, until a cawing overhead grabs his attention.

“Munin?” The prince whispers. The raven circles overhead as if to get his attention, before moving further and landing in a tree.

“I hear you, Revna.” Cinaed says. “… I’ll follow.”

****

Cinaed and his men follow Munin along the coast, until a ship docked in the distance comes into view. It’s definitely not of Alba.

These fucking people. It’s finally making a little sense. Adelaide was so scorned that she must of wrote to Gunnar’s previous captors. She could even be related to them. Damnit.

Cinaed feels like a fool. The prince feels responsible for putting his lover in danger, but mostly furious that this woman would do this to spite him. Dismounting his horse, Cinaed approaches with a few men, the rest of them lingering a bit behind.

“You have my gratitude.” He whispers up to Munin as he sits in the tree above them. There’s still no sign of Gunnar, but he spots the woman who would have been his wife returning to the ship from the forest. Cinaed quickly moves for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her away with him.

“Adelaide…” Cinaed rasps out. “What have you done? Where is he?!”

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Standing on a rise, Rollo looks out towards the horizon, his dark blue velvet tunic and cloak billowing in the breeze. His men should be returning any moment with his property. The scara seasoned warriors that will not fail him. When he hears the metallic clang of an iron cage, and the clatter of many horses the Duke of Normandy’s face twists into a sinister grin. He descends the rise to meet his wife’s cousin and his men, anxious to see his prize. Holding out his hand, his second passes him a whip.

As the cart lurches to a stop, Gunnar groans in pain. Some of his feeling is starting to return but he is still so weak. He hears the metal door swing open, as he fights with his eyes to focus. The visions of the past melding with the present. The guardsman laughs as he grabs the chain attached to the collar and yanks him out of the cage. Gunnar grunts as he falls hard to the ground.

“Adelaide! You did it.” 

Gunnar hears a hauntingly familiar voice, his stomach lurching in revolt. The guardsman hauls the warrior up to his feet, and Gunnar stumbles as the Frank pushes him towards his captor. The delight in Rollo’s eyes sickening to the warrior.

“The wolf has returned to his master.” Rollo grins as he takes in the weakened warrior.

Even though Gunnar can’t seem to get his eyes to focus, he glares daggers at Rollo. A low growl rumbling from his chest.

“I see you still have that defiance in you.” Rollo comments as he uncoils the whip.

Gunnar hears the crack of the whip before it slashes across his back. The sting of pain nearly stealing his breath as he grits his teeth, not wanting to give Rollo the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. The whip cracks again, and Gunnar’s knees give out on him, bringing him to the ground.

“That’s more like it…kneeling before me, like you should.” Rollo coils up the whip as he walks around to Gunnar’s head looking down on him. “Don’t worry, warrior…we’ll whip you back into shape in no time.” The Duke laughs at his own joke.

Glancing at his men, Rollo motions his head towards Gunnar. “Prepare him for the journey home. I want him well secured in the ship.”

****

After turning over the heathen to the Duke, Adelaide meets with her men in the forest. Seeing the Northman getting his punishment at the hand of her cousin’s husband sent a thrill through the Princess. Gunnar has been a thorn in her side since she arrived to this God-forsaken land, and she is glad to be rid of him. Seeing the happiness on Rollo’s face having his property returned to him made her schemes all the more worth it.

Now to see if she can salvage her marriage and the alliance. 

“Gautier, I’ll be right back, then we will return to the fortress. I just want to say my goodbyes to Gisla.” Adelaide calls out to her guardsman as she heads back to the ship.

When Cinaed grabs her arm and pulls her away with him, she lets out a little squeal of surprise. “Cinaed…”

“How did you get here so fast?” She asks even though the King ignores her question.

“It’s too late…” She says smugly, realizing now that there is no going back. She had hoped to return to the castle and feign innocence, but with Cinaed being here, witnessing her involvement, she knows there is no hope for that.

“I’ve returned the slave to his master. Consider it reparations for the failed alliance.” She sneers at Cinaed.

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“That man belongs to me. How dare you,” Cinaed seethes. “How dare you do this to me!!”

The prince draws his dagger, roughly taking Adelaide into his hold and drawing it across her neck. The iron in it gives him a little hesitation, but he can still wield it. For the past few weeks, every time he held a sword, it’s like his body was rejecting its proximity. But it doesn’t take away his strength or his agile swordcraft — it only gives him a physical reaction.

“I’m King now. Without you… and it’s such a relief. It took you literally no time to show your true colors to me. Now take me to your people, or I’ll fucking slit your throat right here.”

Lorcan and Maelock order the men to stay close by as they join their King on the most dangerous plight they’ve ever seen him take. Cinaed moves with such dangerous haste, but of course they know why. Francia had crossed a huge line today— and the Parisians would never be forgiven. There’s no talking Cinaed out of it, and they’re much too fond of Gunnar to stay behind.

Dragging the princess to the ship, Cinaed pushes her roughly ahead of him, but not far enough for her to be released of his grasp. Maelock and Lorcan stay behind him, but the other men had to stay put in the forest, lest a battle break out before their eyes. This was negotiation, and perhaps sudden death, because the Franks were completely surrounding them as the three of them keep moving.

As soon as they board the ship, Cinaed witnesses his worst nightmare come to life. The man he could recognize in any instance on his knees, with heavy iron chains on his ankles, his hands, and his throat. The prince’s amber eyes glow with a fury he’s never felt before. He grabs the princess by her hair and drags her closer, taking an appraising look at the tall man standing ahead of his lover. He pulls Adelaide by her hair again as she shrieks in pain, resting the blade across her skin again.

“Go ahead, Adelaide… introduce us.” Cinaed seethes loudly.

“This man has someone that belongs to me.”

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“Do this to you!! What about what you did to me? Taking me as your wife, and failing to hold up your end of the agreement!” Adelaide seethes back. “You don’t even understand the shame I will face returning home from a failed marriage!”

Adelaide gasps as Cinaed draws his dagger on her, trying to turn and run, but he pulls her into a rough hold. “Let me go!!” She screams out, but again the King ignores her pleas.

As Cinaed drags her back towards the ship, where the Duke and his men are preparing their prisoner for transport, Adelaide lets out a mirthless laugh. “You know, it’s too late for him. He will never be the same after the poison I gave him. The toxin not only attacks his body, but it also attacks his mind. You are better off without him…He’s not worth risking your life for.”

Still Cinaed will not stop. Adelaide shakes her head as the King pushes onto the ship. He is surrounded by Franks, with only himself and his two closest guardsmen. She sneers seeing Gunnar on his knees with a faraway look in his eyes. No doubt the warrior is locked inside one of his nightmares, and with the grimace on his face she can only imagine its from his time in the dungeon in Paris.

Adelaide lets out a huff as Cinaed places the blade against her neck again. She sees Rollo’s eyes widen in surprise when he takes in their intruders.

“Duke of Normandy, Rollo, this is the King of Ulaid…Cinaed. He comes to claim your property as his own.” Adelaide rolls her eyes, before letting out a little gasp when Cinaed digs the blade further into her neck.

Gunnar’s head lifts at the sound of his lover’s voice. He tries desperately to focus his eyes, but he can distinguish between the figures before him from the ones haunting him. He lets out a low growl of frustration.

“Cinaed…” he rasps out with a raw voice. Gods, baby. You shouldn’t be here. If they harm you…

Gunnar shakes his head, frustration rising in his chest that he can’t protect his lover.

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“Rollo, Duke of Normandy… I’ve come to return this whore to you in exchange for the man that belongs to me. Don’t fret, she hasn’t been defiled by me… but she truly needs no help makin’ herself look bad… that is for sure.”

Cinaed shoves Adelaide to the ground. He’s not one to hurt women, but he’s fucking furious.

Rollo is tall, broad and fearsome… every bit the man of his reputation. Ragnar Lothbrok’s estranged brother, one of the strongest leaders Francia has witnessed, allegedly. He’s also likely a good 30 years older than Cinaed, but the prince hasn’t a care.

“You dare cross my border with such malice, and take what belongs to me?” The prince seethes, his amber eyes glowing fiercely. It’s so much more than that. It’s the years of suffering and pain that the love of his life endured. It’s everything.

I’m here, my love… Cinaed thinks as he painfully locks eyes with Gunnar.

Rollo doesn’t have to say a word before some of his men are lunging at Cinaed, and with a wave of the prince’s hand, they all fall achingly to their backs. The fury within him stokes something completely otherworldly. Adelaide even tries to stand, and so he does the same to her. One more man shouts and lunges for the prince, and with a wave of his hand, he snaps his neck.

“Svikari…” The prince seethes at Rollo, stepping closer to them. “Unchain him. Now. Or I’ll kill every last one of you.”

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Rollo watches in shock as the King of Ulaid simply waves his hand and his men are tossed to their backs. When Adelaide tries to defy him, the same happens to her. As another of his scara tries to lunge at the King of Ulaid, his neck is snapped and he falls dead to the deck.

Rollo holds up his hand to stay any of his other men from attempting to rush the King. He looks at Cinaed with something akin to bewilderment and fear, having never witness such dark magic.

“Stand down!” He growls at his men before turning his gaze to Cinaed. “What are you?” He breathes out, looking curiously into the King’s fiery amber eyes.

“Gunnar belongs to me.” Rollo dares to say. “The mark on his arm proves he is my property. My slave.”

When another one of his men screams out in pain, before going deathly silent. Rollo holds out his hand in a placating gesture. Is one slave worth all my men? Rollo silently considers. He kept Gunnar alive all these years, tortured him, as a way to get back at his brother. He knew Ragnar considered Gunnar more of a brother than his own flesh and blood. Put the warrior on a higher pedestal them him, always seeking his counsel and listening to his advise…and Rollo hated him for it. He wanted to break Gunnar, then send him back to his brother as a shell of a man to break his heart, like Ragnar did to him. He glances into Adelaide’s eyes, remembering her mentioning the poison she used laced with Henbane. It may just do his work for him.

The Duke gives the King a wry smile when he calls him a traitor. He’s been called much worse. He has been forced to look out for himself. Follow his own ambitions, and if that makes him a traitor, so be it.

“Unchain him.” Rollo orders the man standing next to Gunnar.

When the chains and collar fall with a clank to the deck, Gunnar takes in a shuddering breath. He tries to push himself up to his feet, wincing at the pain on his back from the whip. He staggers as he takes a step towards his prince, his strength not completely returned to him. Maelock quickly rushes to his commander’s side, while Cinaed holds the Franks at bay, offering Gunnar his shoulder to lean against.

“Your Grace, we should go…” Maelock quietly urges while they have the upper hand. Gunnar looks like he might slip into unconsciousness if they stand there much longer. They need to find an antidote for the poison, before it takes more than it already has from the warrior.

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“Take him, Go!” Cinaed orders Maelock and Lorcan, the warrior’s draping Gunnar’s arms around their shoulders.

“You think I’ll let 8 years go so easily?” Cinaed seethes at Rollo. His men seem ready to strike, but they hesitate after seeing the man struck dead without a touch. Even still… this is so risky. With Cinaed’s newly found abilities or not, there is so many of them.

Picking up one of the chains used to subdue his lover, Cinaed throws it and it deftly wraps around Rollo’s neck, squeezing him tight. The prince uses it then and drags him to the ground.

“Do you still think he belongs to you?” The prince says teasingly as Rollo chokes out harsh breaths.

“I need reparation. So perhaps you belong to me now, yes?”

When Adelaide cries out in fury and tries to stand, Cinaed sends her to the floor again without a touch. “Try it again and I’ll kill you. No one follows.”

****

Rejoining their men in the forest, Cinaed drags Rollo painfully along with them, taking the chain that rests across his neck and handing it to Maelock. He takes Gunnar a little further, bringing him to his horse and mounting him in front of him with the help of his men.

“I’m here, baby…” The prince purrs, caressing his hand up the Northman’s arm. The soft sigh that Gunnar gives tells him that it relieves a little bit of his pain, at least.

“God, I love you so much…I was so worried…”

I still am…

Knowing that he can’t do much about the poison, Cinaed’s heart sinks, and a tear falls from his eye. His touch soothes the Northman, and it will heal the wounds on his back. But he needs more help. All Cinaed can do is cradle him in front of him and keep him comfortable.

Startled at a caw above him, Cinaed looks forward and sees the most relieving sight he’s ever witnessed. Finan and Uhtred approaching.

“Oh, thank god…” the prince breathes out.

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I’m here, baby…

Those simple words are the most comforting Gunnar has ever heard. He lets out a shuddering breath as his body relaxes against his lover. His body is weak and his mind is still at war with the past and the present, but Cinaed is here. That is all that matters to the warrior. His prince’s touch comforts him and he feels the pain from the whip fading, but he can’t stop the shaking of his hands or the fog in his mind. The poison is just too strong.

“More…please…” Gunnar softly utters as he nuzzles his face into Cinaed’s neck. Just feeling his prince’s hands on his arms helps, but he needs it closer to his heart. When the arm that Cinaed has wrapped around his chest to keep him steady on the horse moves under his tunic, Gunnar lets out another soft sigh. He can feel the warmth of his prince’s hand resting steadily over his heart and it slows the effects of the poison. It gives the warrior just enough clarity to speak.

“I love you too, baby…” Gunnar whispers into Cinaed’s neck.

Gunnar vaguely hears voices speaking around him. His eyes still won’t focus, but he is almost certain it’s Finan and Uhtred’s voices he hears telling his love that Revna is waiting for them at the castle. Gunnar can’t help but get a little teary eyed knowing that they all came to help. How they knew something was wrong, he can only guess that it was thanks to Ronan and his visions.

*****

“Ronan, do you see anything?” Revna wrings her hands as she paces the courtyard. She isn’t talking about what he sees with his eyes, she’s referring to the visions. Her hand trails down to her growing bump as the pup kicks, probably sensing her distress.

“Please tell me they are okay…” She pleads as she looks into her son’s dark eyes. Finan, Uhtred and Björn left hours ago to try to track down Cinaed and Gunnar. To bring them back to the castle.

“You mentioned a poison?” She asks again. Ronan had told her he saw Gunnar having a reaction to something after he drank from his water skin. That it paralyzed him. “What were his symptoms? I need to know so I can figure out what poison they used on him. Maybe we can gather the ingredients to make an antidote before it’s too late.”

She lost her father once, she will not lose him again.

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“They’ve got him back.” Ronan answers her. He’s sitting cross legged on the ground, his dark eyes focused ahead of him. Gods, it takes so much strength to see into the present, to actually hone in on what’s going on.

“Gunnar was poisoned, yes. He’s havin’ waking nightmares, his hands are trembling. Having a hard time staying conscious. Dizziness, weakness, his vision is clouded… his limbs are paralyzed. He was hurt physically but it’s fading.” The Prince says, furrowing his brows. How can it be fading?

“… they’re okay. They took Rollo as a prisoner. Cinaed…” Ronan shakes his head.

“I don’t know what the hell is goin’ on with him, but… I think it’s connected to what I am. He’s so angry, Mum… I’ve never felt anything like this from him.” The prince muses.

Ronan stands then, looking out to the winding road ahead of Dúnseverick.

“They’re almost here.”

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[revnashieldmaiden]

After my talk with Osferth, I seek out Uhtred knowing I will need his help to navigate this delicate situation. Seeing him walking around the courtyard of the fortress with Hati, I rush to catch up to him.

“Lord…” I call out getting the Dane’s attention. “…may I steal a moment of your time?”

Uhtred flashes me a big grin as he nods his head. “I always have time for you, shieldmaiden. Is everything alright?  Is the little one having teething pain again?” He asks with concern in his voice.

“Oh, no…Tora is fine. Happy as can be. She’s spending time with Eadwynn.” I smile up at Uhtred. I love how doting he is towards Tora, it’s truly like she has a second father.

“I have something else I wish to discuss with you. Something of a more…delicate nature.” I hint as I glance around making sure we are alone. I see the curiosity in the Danes eyes as he gives me a solemn nod.

Gods, I don’t even know how to broach the subject with Uhtred. Like where do I even start. Oh, yes…my father’s been fucking Finan’s son? Ugh…that sounds so much worse than it is.

“So, a situation has come up, and I’m going to need your help to keep Finan calm. You have a way of grounding him. Helping him to think clearly…and hopefully with an open mind.” I softly start, looking nervously up in Uhtred’s eyes. I can see the curiosity getting stronger in Uhtred’s eyes as he tilts his head inquisitively.

“Of course, Revna. I’ll help in any way I can.” Uhtred offers without hesitation giving me a concerned look.

Oh just wait…

Taking a deep breath, I steel my nerves. “So, um…you know how my father and Cinaed have become quick friends…”

Uhtred nods, a confused look on his face as to where this is going. “Yeah, I’ve see them sparring in the courtyard on a number of occasions. Impressive warriors…both of them.”

“Yeah, well…” I wring my hands together, my nervousness showing even more. “They are more than just friends…so much more.” I look up into Uhtred’s eyes seeing the confusion in them at my words, his eyebrows furrowed like he’s trying to process them. Gods, please, don’t make me go into details… I wait for a moment until recognition hits Uhtred and his eyes widen in surprise.

“Oh shit…” he whispers in shock.

“Yes, oh shit, is right…” I confirm as I look up into Uhtred’s eyes. The Dane surprises me when he lets out a chuckle. I’m glad he can find amusement in the situation.

“Gods, Finan has been suspicious of something going on between them for awhile…” Uhtred shakes his head, snickering about his husband’s obvious sixth sense.

“Yeah, I know. He sent Osferth out to follow them today. Poor baby monk got an eyeful. He’s practically traumatized by what he witnessed…” I can’t help but laugh too. Gods, this is so absurd. My father sneaking around with his lover like he’s a teenager… “Osferth doesn’t want to be the one to break the news to Finan, and I don’t blame him. It should be them. They need to be the ones to reveal their relationship to Finan.”

“…and you want me to be a voice of reason?” Uhtred offers with a sly smile on his face, nodding in understanding.

“Yes, Uhtred. If anyone can calm Finan in this situation, it’s you. I have never seen my father so happy…and honesty Cinaed for that matter. I want them to have this. Whatever this is between them. I just want Finan to be open minded about it, to not rush to judgement and forbid this like he tried to do with Ronan and Björn. I fear if he does, he will lose Cinaed completely, and this opportunity for him to build some kind of relationship with his son will cease to exist.” I entreat to Uhtred.

Nodding his head, Uhtred gives me a solemn look. “I understand. I will do whatever I can to keep Finan grounded. To give him the support he needs.”

“Thank you, Uhtred…” I give the Dane a tender smile, relieved that he will help.

“Gods, can you imagine? Gunnar and Cinaed?” Uhtred busts out laughing again, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I’d really rather not imagine too much about what goes on between them…” I give Uhtred a smirk. “I just want them to be happy. Like we are with our love.”

Uhtred pulls me into a side hug as we walk along. His smile lighting up his face. “Don’t worry, shieldmaiden. Everything will work out…somehow.” He winks at me and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“I will let you get back to your walk, Lord…” I smile up at the Dane, before glancing as Hati happily walking beside him. “Thank you again…”

“Of course, Revna. Anytime. We’re family and I’m always happy to help in anyway I can.” Uhtred gives me a tender smile.

Giving Uhtred a nod, I bid him farewell as I return to my healing chambers. At least I feel a little more at peace that everything will work out. That cooler heads will prevail, and the love between my father and Cinaed can be preserved.

@cinaedofulaid @thedarkprinceofulaid

[thedarkprinceofulaid]

Meanwhile, the Irishman had stood looking out that window, contemplating for a very long time after he sent Osferth after Cinaed. He doesn’t have to wait for his report back… he already knows. He can see it happening, and if not now, it’s just a matter of when. He would rather act now and preserve his peace than wait until everything is ruined. Finan sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. None of this is easy, and none of it does he wish upon himself or his children. He never has. His mind momentarily drifts to Ciara, until he has to pull himself out of it and take action. He understands love. And all these years later, he understands the sacrifice of duty. And damned if he’ll let his second heir abdicate and let their family, their royal house, completely fall apart. Cinaed needs to return to Ulaid, fulfill his duty with a coronation, and take a wife that the nobles choose for him.

Giving some instruction to the guardsmen, Finan strides to the courtyard in perfect timing to meet his youngest son as he returns to the fortress. His hair is glistening and he looks happy. It makes Finan’s heart sink for what he’s about to do to him.

“Have a good time?” Finan drawls to him, his expressions less bright than they usually are.

Cinaed stops in his tracks, a little startled as Finan approaches. He’s still drying his hair with a towel.

“Uh, yes. Very much so.” The prince smiles brightly. It only takes a second for Cinaed to feel the presence of guardsmen circling around them.

“Wh-what is this?”

“Behave and you won’t receive any bruises.”

“What?! Finan…” Cinaed says incredulously, his heart instantly pounding in his chest. What is this, a fucking intervention?

“What you’re doin’ is not acceptable, and it will not be happening. Not if I have anything to do with it.”

“Finan, I’ve done nothing!”

“Don’t you dare lie to me.” The Irishman seethes. “Take him,” he orders the guardsmen. “Lock him in the chamber next to mine. Bring the key to me.”

“Finan, please don’t do this…” Cinaed says, instantly fighting the guardsmen’s hold as they grab him. “Father… please.”

Finan just looks away from him, hearing the scuffs and struggle as his guards take Cinaed to his temporary imprisonment. It had to be done, and the Irishman will handle it with less emotion this time. Now, perhaps Gunnar will come clean. Finan doesn’t know the extent… but he knows it’s not nothing between them.

@revnashieldmaiden @gunnartjorvason

[ronanofulaid]

Ronan and Björn get to watch the debacle from the sidelines, having been sparring in the courtyard. The elder prince runs to his father instantly. It’s almost more concerning and fearful that his father is remaining calm for this. Whatever this is.

“Da… is this necessary?! What are you doing?!” Ronan chimes out.

“Not a word from you.” Finan seethes lowly, taking his finger up to Ronan’s face.

“… not a word.”

“But… this is madness. He’s not abdicating!”

“That is exactly what you told me not so long ago, is it not?” Finan glares at him. Ronan suddenly feels a pit of shame rise in his stomach. Again, seeing his father dreadfully calm and quietly furious is worse than the outrage he had with him and Björn. Ronan shakes his head, looking down.

“You two’s aversion for women is quite literally endin’ our line, and that is not happenin’. This is not happening again.”

“She left me. I didn’t plan, for any of this!” Ronan argues.

“Oh, don’t even start, and don’t you raise your voice at me. This all started with you. No argument to be had. You forfeited your nobility, so you have no say in this.”

“Tá tú ag gníomhú mar bhastard,” Ronan seethes back.

Finan pauses then, taking a deep breath as he glares at his eldest son. God, these teenagers will be the death of him. He’s not one to strike them, but sometimes he feels like it.

“It’s you. Or it’s him. That’s it.” Finan says sternly.

“That. Is it. No argument. If you want to take the throne back and take a wife, do it. Otherwise, it’s Cinaed.”

Ronan sighs through his nose. Damn, this was hard. To let this fall on Cinaed. And it was fine before, but now…

“Kings have affairs. All the time. He hasn’t said that he won’t take the throne.” Ronan says quietly.

Oh, so it’s true then.

“Ronan, enough. I’m tired.” Finan says back to him.

@gunnartjorvason @revnashieldmaiden

[ronanofulaid]

Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.

“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.

“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.

“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.

“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”

“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.

“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”

Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”

“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”

Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”

Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”

Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”

“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.

“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”

“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.

“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”

Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.

“Servitude, like your King maybe.”

“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”

Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.

“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.

@askuhtredragnarson @bjornironsideviking

[askuhtredragnarson]

“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.

To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.

“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”

“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.

“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”

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[ronanofulaid]

“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.

“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.

“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”

Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”

@askuhtredragnarson

[askuhtredragnarson]

“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.

“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.

“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”

@ronanofulaid

[ronanofulaid]

“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.

“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.

“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”

To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.

“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.

[askuhtredragnarson]

Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.

“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.

“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”

“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”

“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.

“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”

@ronanofulaid

[ronanofulaid]

“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…

Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.

“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.

“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.

@askuhtredragnarson

[askuhtredragnarson]

“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.

Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.

“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”

“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.

“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.

@ronanofulaid

[ronanofulaid]

Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.

Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.

“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.

“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.

Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.

“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.

“Damn, smells so good in here…”

@bjornironsideviking

[bjornironsideviking]

As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.

“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.

While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.

“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.

@ronanofulaid

[ronanofulaid]

When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.

“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”

Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.

“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.

“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”

@bjornironsideviking

[bjornironsideviking]

The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.

“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.

“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”

Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.

“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”

@ronanofulaid

[ronanofulaid]

As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.

“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.

“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.

“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.

“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”

@bjornironsideviking

[bjornironsideviking]

Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.

Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”

“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.

“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”

Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”

“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.

@ronanofulaid

[ronanofulaid]

“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.

“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.

“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…

But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”

As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.

“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.

“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!

Care to join me?” He smiles.

@bjornironsideviking

[bjornironsideviking]

Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.

“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?

At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.

“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.

Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.

“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.

@ronanofulaid

[ronanofulaid]

After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.

As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.

“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.

“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.

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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.

Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.

Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.

The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.

“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”

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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.

The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.

Fuck.

“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.

“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”

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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.

“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.

Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.

“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”

Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.

“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.

You’ll think, insatiable hunger…

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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.

“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.

“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.

“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.

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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.

“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.

Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.

“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.

Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.

“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.

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Damn.

The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.

As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.

“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.

“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.

“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”

There’s no fucking way.

“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”

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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.

A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”

“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.

“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”

When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.

“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.

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Help me?

“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?

“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.

“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.

“… you love me, don’t you?”

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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.

When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.

“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”

As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.

It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.

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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.

“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.

“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.

“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.

“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”

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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.

As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”

“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”

“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.

“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”

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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?

Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.

“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.

“I need some air first.”

Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?

Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.

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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.

“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.

Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.

“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.

“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.

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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.

“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.

“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.

“… I think I just need a little time.”

Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.

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He won’t even look at me…

Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him. 

“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.

“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.

Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time. 

“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.

Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.

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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”

Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.

“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”

Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.

“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.

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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.

Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.

“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.

Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.

“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.

“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."

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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.

“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.

Fuck…

Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.

“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.

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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.

“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.

“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.

This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.

“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.

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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.

“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.

“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.

“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.

“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”

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Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.

“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.

“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.

A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.

“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.

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“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.

“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.

“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.

Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.

“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.

“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”

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Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed. 

Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.

“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."

The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.

Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."

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As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.

Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.

“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.

“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.

“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.

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Björn smiles at Ronan’s words, feeling his husband’s love flowing into him. The caress of his hands putting him further and further into a state of bliss. At Ronan’s urging, the Northman rolls over on his stomach. Soft moans falling from his lips at his husband continues to massage his back and even lower.

A tingle flares out in Björn’s core as Ronan asks him to sit up on his hands and knees. He feels a little exposed like this, but he has the ultimate trust in his husband. A sharp breath escapes his throat as Ronan wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him up and down. The warrior lets out a little gasp when he feels the warm wetness of Ronan tongue against his rim. He stomach instantly quivering in anticipation.

“Fuck, love…” Björn breathes out feeling his cock getting harder in Ronan’s hand. His rim pulsing in pleasure from Ronan’s wide licks.

“Gods, yes, love…I want to feel you. All of you…” Björn practically begs. The neediness strong in his voice.

Moans falls from his mouth as Ronan laves attention on his rim. Each lick and prodding of his tongue causing his cock to twitch in his prince’s hand. “Gods, love…it feels so good.”

When Ronan’s finger starts tracing around his rim, soft mewling sounds escape the warrior. He’s past the point of caring about the sounds he make. He just wants his husband. Wants to feel him. Be close to him. Love him.

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Ronan is relentless with his tongue, diving it inside his lover over and over again until he can feel Björn’s cock twitching and throbbing in his hand. There’s nothing fucking hotter.

“Love? Is that my new nickname? I want to hear my name, baby. It always sounds so good on your lips like this… yeah?” Ronan asks, diving a slick finger inside his lover, and eventually another. Truly he doesn’t mind a pet name, he’s just greedy and lustful like this. Seeing the Northman spread open for him, his aching hole throbbing around his fingers.

“It’s alright.” Ronan says, kissing the Northman’s lower back. “You’ll be sayin’ my name soon enough.”

Gods, he can feel how desperate Björn is for it, the tremble in his body and the sounds falling from his lips. He can completely relate — once you’ve had a taste, you start to crave it. He slicks up his cock with the oil at their bedside table, tracing against his lover’s hole before slowly pushing inside. He’s surprised with the little resistance, knowing that means his husband is so fucking aroused.

“Fuck, yes, baby… just like that. Gods you’re so fucking tight around me,” the prince rasps out as his cock slowly bottoms out.

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[bjornironsideviking]

A soft blush colors Björn’s cheeks at his pet name for Ronan. Love. He started saying it because that is what he feels every time he is around Ronan. When he thinks of the word, Ronan is the first thought that comes to his mind. It just became natural to associate the two together. Ronan is love. His love. But still, he understands Ronan’s desire to hear his name, especially in the throes of passion.

“Oh, Gods…” Björn utters when he feels Ronan’s fingers slide inside him. He can’t help that initial clench around his fingers, the sensation still feeling a little foreign to him. But he’s quick to relax around him as he starts pumping them inside him. The brush of Ronan’s fingers against the sensitive spot inside him brings a shiver down Björn’s back. He blushes again when he feels goosebumps spread out across his skin. A deep moan rumbling from his chest. Gods, he’s aching to feel his husband, his body trembling in anticipation.

Björn rocks back against Ronan’s fingers as he works on opening him up. When his prince withdraws, a soft whine escapes his mouth at the sudden emptiness. The heat in his stomach getting stronger when he hears Ronan slicking up his cock. Björn’s breath catches in his throat as Ronan traces his cock against his hole before pushing inside. He doesn’t release it until Ronan bottoms out. Gods, he feels so full, and he loves it.

“Gods, Ronan…you feel so good…” Björn stutters out between panting breaths. “You make me feel so full, it feels amazing…”

He rocks his hips back towards his husband, eager to take everything he has to give. The Northman feels like he could cum right now, just from the pressure on his prostrate, but he bites his lip against it. He understands now more than ever how unreasonable his earlier request was. Expecting his husband to deny his release with this pressure inside him making it impossible.

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[ronanofulaid]

“Don’t hold your breath,” Ronan says tenderly with a smile, his hand caressing up the Northman’s back. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”

The prince bites his lower lip and throws his head back when Björn pushes back against him, taking his whole length. Fuck, he did not expect that. It sends him reeling, barely having to thrust as his husband takes all of him in one deep pass after another.

“You…” Ronan breathes out with a grin.

And you say I’m the minx? Damn.

“You’re amazing. Wow…” he shakes his head in such dizzying pleasure and disbelief.

“C’mere, babe. Gods, you are so gorgeous like this…” Ronan says, guiding his husband to his back so he can see those pretty eyes and get to witness firsthand how he’s feeling. He captures Björn in a fervent kiss as he sinks inside him again, rolling his hips slowly so he can revel in the moment.

“You needed this… didn’t you?” The prince purrs.

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[bjornironsideviking]

The soothing motions of Ronan’s hand caressing his back and his words reminds Björn to breathe. He nods his head, a sheepish smile on his face as he looks back at his husband. It just feels so good that it steals his breath away. A flush spreads out on his chest at his love’s praise

Björn rocks back on Ronan’s length as needy moans fall from his lips. It’s like he can’t get close enough even though he knows his husband is buried deep inside him. The fullness inside him is the most exquisite feeling. His cock is aching as it hangs between his legs, throbbing from the pleasure coursing through him.

“You are the amazing one, Ronan. The way you make me feel. The way you love me.” Björn purrs as he looks over his shoulder at his lover. Seeing the dark haze in Ronan’s eyes from the pleasure he is feeling sends a flutter in Björn’s stomach.

As Ronan guides him to his back, a big smile takes over his face. This is what he needs. To see the pleasure on his husband’s face as he takes him. To feel the warmth of his body against his. As their lips meet in a fervent kiss, Björn lets out a little hum of pleasure as his arm wraps around his love. A soft gasp escapes the Northman as his prince sinks inside him once again, moans quickly following as he gets swept up in the passion between them.

“I did…Gods, did I need this…” Björn smiles as guides Ronan in another kiss. The bliss surrounding his heart is unfathomable. It’s like every nerve ending in his body is tingling, and it’s all because of the love he shares with his husband.

Björn head rolls back into the furs as Ronan continues thrusting in and out of him. The slow burn of his motions lighting an inferno inside of the warrior. The slight friction of Ronan’s belly against his throbbing cock only adding to the sheer rapture in his body.

“Gods, you feel so good, Ronan…” Björn husks. “I love it when you take me like this.”

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[ronanofulaid]

The prince watches intently as Björn’s head arches into the furs, tempering his motions despite the absolute heat coursing through his veins. When the Northman says he loves it, Ronan beams even despite his flushed, fervent expressions.

“You love it? Good…” the prince purrs, kissing Bjorn’s nose before his lips bow down to his neck. He gives him steady, slower thrusts to keep him nice and calm. It’s a slippery slope between overwhelmed and enamored, surely. At least for Ronan it is.

Dragging his hand against the Northman’s muscles, he squeezes his chest, and anywhere he can get his hands on. His husband is so damn impressive, and he feels so good like this. Even his natural scent gets the prince hot with desire. His hand eventually lands upon his lover’s jaw, using it to tilt his head so he can look up into Ronan’s dark eyes.

“You are alright?” The prince asks with tender concern. “Just use your words for me, yes? If you need to…”

Before Björn can reply, Ronan is wrapping his fingers around his throbbing cock, slowly stroking him up and down. He looks intently into the Northman’s beautiful blue eyes to assure himself that his lover is okay just in case Björn can’t form words in this moment. Surely he’s going to have such a shuddering peak, but the prince will coax him through it gently. As Björn jumps a little at the combined sensations, Ronan gives him a charming grin.

“Yes, babe… fuck. You have me throbbing inside you. Gods, it’s so good…

I’m going to cum so fucking hard. I just want you shudderin’ beneath me first.”

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[bjornironsideviking]

A smile curls Björn’s lips as Ronan places a kiss on his nose. Such a sweet gesture that instantly has his heart fluttering. Gods, his husband is so adorable, and loving, and the warrior eats up every bit of it.

The steady thrusts his husband gives him has his core humming in response. The pleasure spreading out through his body has him floating on a cloud. He places one of his hands possessively on his husband’s thigh, feeling the rippling of his muscles as he pumps himself inside him. His other hand caresses up Ronan’s side, marveling at the definition of his new muscles and the strength behind them. A soft sigh escapes his mouth as Ronan returns his caresses with his own. He loves it when his husband squeezes his muscles almost possessively, like he is claiming him as his. When Ronan’s hand settles on his jaw, tilting his blue eyes to his dark ones, the warrior gives him a adoring look.

“I-I’m better than alright…” Björn stutters out as his husband takes his cock in his hand. “I-I feel amazing.”

Gods, the dual sensation of feeling Ronan deep inside him, and now the stroking of his cock is almost more than Björn can bear. He feels himself hurling dangerously close to the edge, as his hands quickly grip the furs beneath him.

“Gods…” he pants out, as he tries to stave off his release for just a little bit longer, biting his lip to try to distract himself.

“Don’t…don’t stop. Fuck, it feels so good…” Björn rasps between ragged breaths

“Oh, fuck…Ronan…” the warrior says with a hint of surprise in his voice as he feels his peak rush over him. There is no stopping it, it’s just too intense. He feels himself clench around Ronan’s length as a deep moan rumbles in his chest. His hips rock into his husband’s hand as his spend erupts from his twitching cock. His whole body is trembling from the sheer magnitude of his climax, and he swears there are stars dancing in his vision.

“Gods, Ronan…what have you done to me?” A blissed-out smile comes to Björn’s face as his head rocks back and forth in awe.

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“I won’t stop,” Ronan drawls lowly, still looking into the Northman’s eyes with a dangerously fervent gaze. His dark eyes drift to his lips before catching him in another passionate kiss in between Björn’s ragged breaths.

“Yes. Fuck.” Ronan says between gritted teeth. As Björn caves around him he’s so fucking beautiful. The prince tries to hold back, but it’s impossible the way he milks his cock. Ronan squeezes the head of Bjorn’s cock until he’s whimpering, his own release cascading over his body as he cums inside him.

“Oh god, fuck…”

Moaning into another kiss, Ronan trails his lips in a frenzy past the Northman’s lips and to his jaw and neck, worshipping him every single way he can.

“Don’t question it…” Ronan snickers, his voice still low and sensual. He rolls over and spoons behind Bjorn, wrapping his arms around him.

“I love you, my precious warrior.”

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[ronanofulaid]

Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.

“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.

“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.

“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.

“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”

“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.

“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”

Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”

“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”

Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”

Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”

Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”

“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.

“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”

“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.

“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”

Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.

“Servitude, like your King maybe.”

“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”

Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.

“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.

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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.

To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.

“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”

“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.

“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”

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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.

“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.

“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”

Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”

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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.

“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.

“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”

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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.

“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.

“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”

To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.

“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.

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Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.

“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.

“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”

“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”

“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.

“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”

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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…

Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.

“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.

“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.

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“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.

Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.

“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”

“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.

“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.

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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.

Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.

“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.

“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.

Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.

“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.

“Damn, smells so good in here…”

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[bjornironsideviking]

As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.

“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.

While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.

“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.

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[ronanofulaid]

When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.

“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”

Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.

“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.

“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”

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[bjornironsideviking]

The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.

“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.

“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”

Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.

“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”

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[ronanofulaid]

As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.

“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.

“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.

“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.

“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”

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[bjornironsideviking]

Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.

Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”

“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.

“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”

Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”

“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.

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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.

“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.

“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…

But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”

As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.

“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.

“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!

Care to join me?” He smiles.

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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.

“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?

At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.

“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.

Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.

“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.

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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.

As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.

“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.

“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.

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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.

Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.

Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.

The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.

“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”

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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.

The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.

Fuck.

“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.

“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”

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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.

“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.

Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.

“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”

Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.

“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.

You’ll think, insatiable hunger…

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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.

“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.

“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.

“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.

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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.

“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.

Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.

“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.

Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.

“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.

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Damn.

The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.

As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.

“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.

“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.

“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”

There’s no fucking way.

“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”

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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.

A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”

“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.

“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”

When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.

“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.

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Help me?

“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?

“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.

“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.

“… you love me, don’t you?”

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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.

When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.

“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”

As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.

It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.

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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.

“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.

“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.

“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.

“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”

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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.

As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”

“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”

“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.

“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”

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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?

Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.

“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.

“I need some air first.”

Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?

Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.

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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.

“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.

Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.

“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.

“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.

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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.

“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.

“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.

“… I think I just need a little time.”

Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.

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He won’t even look at me…

Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him. 

“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.

“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.

Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time. 

“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.

Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.

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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”

Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.

“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”

Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.

“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.

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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.

Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.

“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.

Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.

“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.

“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."

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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.

“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.

Fuck…

Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.

“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.

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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.

“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.

“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.

This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.

“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.

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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.

“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.

“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.

“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.

“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”

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Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.

“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.

“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.

A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.

“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.

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[ronanofulaid]

“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.

“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.

“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.

Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.

“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.

“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”

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[bjornironsideviking]

Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed. 

Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.

“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."

The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.

Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."

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[ronanofulaid]

As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.

Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.

“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.

“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.

“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.

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[bjornironsideviking]

Björn smiles at Ronan’s words, feeling his husband’s love flowing into him. The caress of his hands putting him further and further into a state of bliss. At Ronan’s urging, the Northman rolls over on his stomach. Soft moans falling from his lips at his husband continues to massage his back and even lower.

A tingle flares out in Björn’s core as Ronan asks him to sit up on his hands and knees. He feels a little exposed like this, but he has the ultimate trust in his husband. A sharp breath escapes his throat as Ronan wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him up and down. The warrior lets out a little gasp when he feels the warm wetness of Ronan tongue against his rim. He stomach instantly quivering in anticipation.

“Fuck, love…” Björn breathes out feeling his cock getting harder in Ronan’s hand. His rim pulsing in pleasure from Ronan’s wide licks.

“Gods, yes, love…I want to feel you. All of you…” Björn practically begs. The neediness strong in his voice.

Moans falls from his mouth as Ronan laves attention on his rim. Each lick and prodding of his tongue causing his cock to twitch in his prince’s hand. “Gods, love…it feels so good.”

When Ronan’s finger starts tracing around his rim, soft mewling sounds escape the warrior. He’s past the point of caring about the sounds he make. He just wants his husband. Wants to feel him. Be close to him. Love him.

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[ronanofulaid]

Ronan is relentless with his tongue, diving it inside his lover over and over again until he can feel Björn’s cock twitching and throbbing in his hand. There’s nothing fucking hotter.

“Love? Is that my new nickname? I want to hear my name, baby. It always sounds so good on your lips like this… yeah?” Ronan asks, diving a slick finger inside his lover, and eventually another. Truly he doesn’t mind a pet name, he’s just greedy and lustful like this. Seeing the Northman spread open for him, his aching hole throbbing around his fingers.

“It’s alright.” Ronan says, kissing the Northman’s lower back. “You’ll be sayin’ my name soon enough.”

Gods, he can feel how desperate Björn is for it, the tremble in his body and the sounds falling from his lips. He can completely relate — once you’ve had a taste, you start to crave it. He slicks up his cock with the oil at their bedside table, tracing against his lover’s hole before slowly pushing inside. He’s surprised with the little resistance, knowing that means his husband is so fucking aroused.

“Fuck, yes, baby… just like that. Gods you’re so fucking tight around me,” the prince rasps out as his cock slowly bottoms out.

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[bjornironsideviking]

A soft blush colors Björn’s cheeks at his pet name for Ronan. Love. He started saying it because that is what he feels every time he is around Ronan. When he thinks of the word, Ronan is the first thought that comes to his mind. It just became natural to associate the two together. Ronan is love. His love. But still, he understands Ronan’s desire to hear his name, especially in the throes of passion.

“Oh, Gods…” Björn utters when he feels Ronan’s fingers slide inside him. He can’t help that initial clench around his fingers, the sensation still feeling a little foreign to him. But he’s quick to relax around him as he starts pumping them inside him. The brush of Ronan’s fingers against the sensitive spot inside him brings a shiver down Björn’s back. He blushes again when he feels goosebumps spread out across his skin. A deep moan rumbling from his chest. Gods, he’s aching to feel his husband, his body trembling in anticipation.

Björn rocks back against Ronan’s fingers as he works on opening him up. When his prince withdraws, a soft whine escapes his mouth at the sudden emptiness. The heat in his stomach getting stronger when he hears Ronan slicking up his cock. Björn’s breath catches in his throat as Ronan traces his cock against his hole before pushing inside. He doesn’t release it until Ronan bottoms out. Gods, he feels so full, and he loves it.

“Gods, Ronan…you feel so good…” Björn stutters out between panting breaths. “You make me feel so full, it feels amazing…”

He rocks his hips back towards his husband, eager to take everything he has to give. The Northman feels like he could cum right now, just from the pressure on his prostrate, but he bites his lip against it. He understands now more than ever how unreasonable his earlier request was. Expecting his husband to deny his release with this pressure inside him making it impossible.

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[ronanofulaid]

“Don’t hold your breath,” Ronan says tenderly with a smile, his hand caressing up the Northman’s back. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”

The prince bites his lower lip and throws his head back when Björn pushes back against him, taking his whole length. Fuck, he did not expect that. It sends him reeling, barely having to thrust as his husband takes all of him in one deep pass after another.

“You…” Ronan breathes out with a grin.

And you say I’m the minx? Damn.

“You’re amazing. Wow…” he shakes his head in such dizzying pleasure and disbelief.

“C’mere, babe. Gods, you are so gorgeous like this…” Ronan says, guiding his husband to his back so he can see those pretty eyes and get to witness firsthand how he’s feeling. He captures Björn in a fervent kiss as he sinks inside him again, rolling his hips slowly so he can revel in the moment.

“You needed this… didn’t you?” The prince purrs.

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[bjornironsideviking]

The soothing motions of Ronan’s hand caressing his back and his words reminds Björn to breathe. He nods his head, a sheepish smile on his face as he looks back at his husband. It just feels so good that it steals his breath away. A flush spreads out on his chest at his love’s praise

Björn rocks back on Ronan’s length as needy moans fall from his lips. It’s like he can’t get close enough even though he knows his husband is buried deep inside him. The fullness inside him is the most exquisite feeling. His cock is aching as it hangs between his legs, throbbing from the pleasure coursing through him.

“You are the amazing one, Ronan. The way you make me feel. The way you love me.” Björn purrs as he looks over his shoulder at his lover. Seeing the dark haze in Ronan’s eyes from the pleasure he is feeling sends a flutter in Björn’s stomach.

As Ronan guides him to his back, a big smile takes over his face. This is what he needs. To see the pleasure on his husband’s face as he takes him. To feel the warmth of his body against his. As their lips meet in a fervent kiss, Björn lets out a little hum of pleasure as his arm wraps around his love. A soft gasp escapes the Northman as his prince sinks inside him once again, moans quickly following as he gets swept up in the passion between them.

“I did…Gods, did I need this…” Björn smiles as guides Ronan in another kiss. The bliss surrounding his heart is unfathomable. It’s like every nerve ending in his body is tingling, and it’s all because of the love he shares with his husband.

Björn head rolls back into the furs as Ronan continues thrusting in and out of him. The slow burn of his motions lighting an inferno inside of the warrior. The slight friction of Ronan’s belly against his throbbing cock only adding to the sheer rapture in his body.

“Gods, you feel so good, Ronan…” Björn husks. “I love it when you take me like this.”

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[ronanofulaid]

The prince watches intently as Björn’s head arches into the furs, tempering his motions despite the absolute heat coursing through his veins. When the Northman says he loves it, Ronan beams even despite his flushed, fervent expressions.

“You love it? Good…” the prince purrs, kissing Bjorn’s nose before his lips bow down to his neck. He gives him steady, slower thrusts to keep him nice and calm. It’s a slippery slope between overwhelmed and enamored, surely. At least for Ronan it is.

Dragging his hand against the Northman’s muscles, he squeezes his chest, and anywhere he can get his hands on. His husband is so damn impressive, and he feels so good like this. Even his natural scent gets the prince hot with desire. His hand eventually lands upon his lover’s jaw, using it to tilt his head so he can look up into Ronan’s dark eyes.

“You are alright?” The prince asks with tender concern. “Just use your words for me, yes? If you need to…”

Before Björn can reply, Ronan is wrapping his fingers around his throbbing cock, slowly stroking him up and down. He looks intently into the Northman’s beautiful blue eyes to assure himself that his lover is okay just in case Björn can’t form words in this moment. Surely he’s going to have such a shuddering peak, but the prince will coax him through it gently. As Björn jumps a little at the combined sensations, Ronan gives him a charming grin.

“Yes, babe… fuck. You have me throbbing inside you. Gods, it’s so good…

I’m going to cum so fucking hard. I just want you shudderin’ beneath me first.”

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[ronanofulaid]

Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.

“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.

“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.

“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.

“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”

“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.

“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”

Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”

“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”

Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”

Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”

Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”

“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.

“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”

“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.

“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”

Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.

“Servitude, like your King maybe.”

“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”

Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.

“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.

To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.

“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”

“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.

“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”

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[ronanofulaid]

“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.

“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.

“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”

Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.

“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.

“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”

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[ronanofulaid]

“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.

“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.

“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”

To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.

“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.

[askuhtredragnarson]

Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.

“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.

“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”

“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”

“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.

“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”

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[ronanofulaid]

“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…

Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.

“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.

“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.

Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.

“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”

“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.

“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.

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[ronanofulaid]

Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.

Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.

“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.

“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.

Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.

“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.

“Damn, smells so good in here…”

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[bjornironsideviking]

As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.

“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.

While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.

“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.

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[ronanofulaid]

When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.

“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”

Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.

“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.

“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”

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[bjornironsideviking]

The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.

“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.

“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”

Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.

“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”

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[ronanofulaid]

As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.

“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.

“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.

“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.

“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”

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[bjornironsideviking]

Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.

Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”

“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.

“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”

Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”

“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.

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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.

“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.

“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…

But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”

As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.

“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.

“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!

Care to join me?” He smiles.

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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.

“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?

At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.

“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.

Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.

“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.

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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.

As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.

“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.

“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.

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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.

Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.

Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.

The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.

“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”

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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.

The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.

Fuck.

“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.

“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”

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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.

“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.

Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.

“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”

Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.

“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.

You’ll think, insatiable hunger…

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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.

“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.

“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.

“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.

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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.

“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.

Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.

“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.

Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.

“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.

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Damn.

The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.

As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.

“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.

“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.

“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”

There’s no fucking way.

“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”

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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.

A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”

“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.

“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”

When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.

“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.

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Help me?

“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?

“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.

“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.

“… you love me, don’t you?”

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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.

When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.

“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”

As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.

It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.

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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.

“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.

“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.

“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.

“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”

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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.

As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”

“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”

“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.

“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”

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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?

Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.

“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.

“I need some air first.”

Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?

Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.

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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.

“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.

Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.

“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.

“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.

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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.

“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.

“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.

“… I think I just need a little time.”

Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.

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He won’t even look at me…

Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him. 

“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.

“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.

Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time. 

“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.

Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.

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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”

Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.

“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”

Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.

“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.

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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.

Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.

“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.

Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.

“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.

“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."

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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.

“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.

Fuck…

Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.

“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.

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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.

“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.

“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.

This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.

“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.

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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.

“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.

“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.

“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.

“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”

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Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.

“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.

“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.

A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.

“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.

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[ronanofulaid]

“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.

“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.

“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.

Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.

“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.

“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”

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[bjornironsideviking]

Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed. 

Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.

“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."

The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.

Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."

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[ronanofulaid]

As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.

Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.

“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.

“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.

“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.

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[bjornironsideviking]

Björn smiles at Ronan’s words, feeling his husband’s love flowing into him. The caress of his hands putting him further and further into a state of bliss. At Ronan’s urging, the Northman rolls over on his stomach. Soft moans falling from his lips at his husband continues to massage his back and even lower.

A tingle flares out in Björn’s core as Ronan asks him to sit up on his hands and knees. He feels a little exposed like this, but he has the ultimate trust in his husband. A sharp breath escapes his throat as Ronan wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him up and down. The warrior lets out a little gasp when he feels the warm wetness of Ronan tongue against his rim. He stomach instantly quivering in anticipation.

“Fuck, love…” Björn breathes out feeling his cock getting harder in Ronan’s hand. His rim pulsing in pleasure from Ronan’s wide licks.

“Gods, yes, love…I want to feel you. All of you…” Björn practically begs. The neediness strong in his voice.

Moans falls from his mouth as Ronan laves attention on his rim. Each lick and prodding of his tongue causing his cock to twitch in his prince’s hand. “Gods, love…it feels so good.”

When Ronan’s finger starts tracing around his rim, soft mewling sounds escape the warrior. He’s past the point of caring about the sounds he make. He just wants his husband. Wants to feel him. Be close to him. Love him.

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[ronanofulaid]

Ronan is relentless with his tongue, diving it inside his lover over and over again until he can feel Björn’s cock twitching and throbbing in his hand. There’s nothing fucking hotter.

“Love? Is that my new nickname? I want to hear my name, baby. It always sounds so good on your lips like this… yeah?” Ronan asks, diving a slick finger inside his lover, and eventually another. Truly he doesn’t mind a pet name, he’s just greedy and lustful like this. Seeing the Northman spread open for him, his aching hole throbbing around his fingers.

“It’s alright.” Ronan says, kissing the Northman’s lower back. “You’ll be sayin’ my name soon enough.”

Gods, he can feel how desperate Björn is for it, the tremble in his body and the sounds falling from his lips. He can completely relate — once you’ve had a taste, you start to crave it. He slicks up his cock with the oil at their bedside table, tracing against his lover’s hole before slowly pushing inside. He’s surprised with the little resistance, knowing that means his husband is so fucking aroused.

“Fuck, yes, baby… just like that. Gods you’re so fucking tight around me,” the prince rasps out as his cock slowly bottoms out.

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[bjornironsideviking]

A soft blush colors Björn’s cheeks at his pet name for Ronan. Love. He started saying it because that is what he feels every time he is around Ronan. When he thinks of the word, Ronan is the first thought that comes to his mind. It just became natural to associate the two together. Ronan is love. His love. But still, he understands Ronan’s desire to hear his name, especially in the throes of passion.

“Oh, Gods…” Björn utters when he feels Ronan’s fingers slide inside him. He can’t help that initial clench around his fingers, the sensation still feeling a little foreign to him. But he’s quick to relax around him as he starts pumping them inside him. The brush of Ronan’s fingers against the sensitive spot inside him brings a shiver down Björn’s back. He blushes again when he feels goosebumps spread out across his skin. A deep moan rumbling from his chest. Gods, he’s aching to feel his husband, his body trembling in anticipation.

Björn rocks back against Ronan’s fingers as he works on opening him up. When his prince withdraws, a soft whine escapes his mouth at the sudden emptiness. The heat in his stomach getting stronger when he hears Ronan slicking up his cock. Björn’s breath catches in his throat as Ronan traces his cock against his hole before pushing inside. He doesn’t release it until Ronan bottoms out. Gods, he feels so full, and he loves it.

“Gods, Ronan…you feel so good…” Björn stutters out between panting breaths. “You make me feel so full, it feels amazing…”

He rocks his hips back towards his husband, eager to take everything he has to give. The Northman feels like he could cum right now, just from the pressure on his prostrate, but he bites his lip against it. He understands now more than ever how unreasonable his earlier request was. Expecting his husband to deny his release with this pressure inside him making it impossible.

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[ronanofulaid]

“Don’t hold your breath,” Ronan says tenderly with a smile, his hand caressing up the Northman’s back. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”

The prince bites his lower lip and throws his head back when Björn pushes back against him, taking his whole length. Fuck, he did not expect that. It sends him reeling, barely having to thrust as his husband takes all of him in one deep pass after another.

“You…” Ronan breathes out with a grin.

And you say I’m the minx? Damn.

“You’re amazing. Wow…” he shakes his head in such dizzying pleasure and disbelief.

“C’mere, babe. Gods, you are so gorgeous like this…” Ronan says, guiding his husband to his back so he can see those pretty eyes and get to witness firsthand how he’s feeling. He captures Björn in a fervent kiss as he sinks inside him again, rolling his hips slowly so he can revel in the moment.

“You needed this… didn’t you?” The prince purrs.

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[ronanofulaid]

Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.

“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.

“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.

“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.

“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”

“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.

“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”

Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”

“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”

Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”

Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”

Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”

“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.

“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”

“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.

“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”

Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.

“Servitude, like your King maybe.”

“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”

Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.

“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.

To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.

“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”

“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.

“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”

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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.

“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.

“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”

Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.

“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.

“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”

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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.

“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.

“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”

To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.

“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.

[askuhtredragnarson]

Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.

“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.

“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”

“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”

“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.

“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”

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[ronanofulaid]

“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…

Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.

“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.

“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.

Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.

“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”

“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.

“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.

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[ronanofulaid]

Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.

Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.

“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.

“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.

Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.

“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.

“Damn, smells so good in here…”

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[bjornironsideviking]

As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.

“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.

While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.

“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.

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[ronanofulaid]

When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.

“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”

Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.

“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.

“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”

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[bjornironsideviking]

The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.

“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.

“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”

Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.

“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”

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[ronanofulaid]

As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.

“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.

“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.

“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.

“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”

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[bjornironsideviking]

Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.

Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”

“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.

“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”

Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”

“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.

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[ronanofulaid]

“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.

“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.

“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…

But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”

As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.

“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.

“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!

Care to join me?” He smiles.

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[bjornironsideviking]

Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.

“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?

At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.

“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.

Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.

“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.

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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.

As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.

“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.

“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.

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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.

Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.

Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.

The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.

“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”

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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.

The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.

Fuck.

“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.

“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”

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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.

“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.

Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.

“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”

Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.

“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.

You’ll think, insatiable hunger…

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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.

“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.

“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.

“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.

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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.

“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.

Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.

“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.

Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.

“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.

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Damn.

The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.

As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.

“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.

“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.

“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”

There’s no fucking way.

“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”

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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.

A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”

“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.

“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”

When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.

“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.

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Help me?

“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?

“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.

“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.

“… you love me, don’t you?”

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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.

When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.

“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”

As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.

It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.

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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.

“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.

“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.

“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.

“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”

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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.

As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”

“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”

“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.

“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”

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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?

Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.

“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.

“I need some air first.”

Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?

Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.

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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.

“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.

Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.

“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.

“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.

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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.

“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.

“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.

“… I think I just need a little time.”

Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.

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He won’t even look at me…

Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him. 

“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.

“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.

Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time. 

“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.

Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.

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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”

Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.

“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”

Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.

“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.

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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.

Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.

“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.

Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.

“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.

“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."

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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.

“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.

Fuck…

Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.

“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.

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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.

“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.

“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.

This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.

“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.

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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.

“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.

“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.

“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.

“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”

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Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.

“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.

“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.

A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.

“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.

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“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.

“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.

“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.

Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.

“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.

“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”

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Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed. 

Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.

“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."

The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.

Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."

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As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.

Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.

“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.

“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.

“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.

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Björn smiles at Ronan’s words, feeling his husband’s love flowing into him. The caress of his hands putting him further and further into a state of bliss. At Ronan’s urging, the Northman rolls over on his stomach. Soft moans falling from his lips at his husband continues to massage his back and even lower.

A tingle flares out in Björn’s core as Ronan asks him to sit up on his hands and knees. He feels a little exposed like this, but he has the ultimate trust in his husband. A sharp breath escapes his throat as Ronan wraps his fingers around his length, stroking him up and down. The warrior lets out a little gasp when he feels the warm wetness of Ronan tongue against his rim. He stomach instantly quivering in anticipation.

“Fuck, love…” Björn breathes out feeling his cock getting harder in Ronan’s hand. His rim pulsing in pleasure from Ronan’s wide licks.

“Gods, yes, love…I want to feel you. All of you…” Björn practically begs. The neediness strong in his voice.

Moans falls from his mouth as Ronan laves attention on his rim. Each lick and prodding of his tongue causing his cock to twitch in his prince’s hand. “Gods, love…it feels so good.”

When Ronan’s finger starts tracing around his rim, soft mewling sounds escape the warrior. He’s past the point of caring about the sounds he make. He just wants his husband. Wants to feel him. Be close to him. Love him.

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Ronan is relentless with his tongue, diving it inside his lover over and over again until he can feel Björn’s cock twitching and throbbing in his hand. There’s nothing fucking hotter.

“Love? Is that my new nickname? I want to hear my name, baby. It always sounds so good on your lips like this… yeah?” Ronan asks, diving a slick finger inside his lover, and eventually another. Truly he doesn’t mind a pet name, he’s just greedy and lustful like this. Seeing the Northman spread open for him, his aching hole throbbing around his fingers.

“It’s alright.” Ronan says, kissing the Northman’s lower back. “You’ll be sayin’ my name soon enough.”

Gods, he can feel how desperate Björn is for it, the tremble in his body and the sounds falling from his lips. He can completely relate — once you’ve had a taste, you start to crave it. He slicks up his cock with the oil at their bedside table, tracing against his lover’s hole before slowly pushing inside. He’s surprised with the little resistance, knowing that means his husband is so fucking aroused.

“Fuck, yes, baby… just like that. Gods you’re so fucking tight around me,” the prince rasps out as his cock slowly bottoms out.

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Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.

“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.

“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.

“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.

“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”

“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.

“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”

Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”

“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”

Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”

Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”

Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”

“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.

“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”

“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.

“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”

Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.

“Servitude, like your King maybe.”

“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”

Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.

“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.

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“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.

To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.

“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”

“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.

“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”

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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.

“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.

“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”

Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”

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“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.

“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.

“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”

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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.

“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.

“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”

To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.

“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.

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Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.

“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.

“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”

“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”

“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.

“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”

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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…

Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.

“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.

“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.

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“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.

Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.

“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”

“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.

“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.

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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.

Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.

“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.

“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.

Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.

“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.

“Damn, smells so good in here…”

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As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.

“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.

While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.

“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.

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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.

“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”

Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.

“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.

“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”

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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.

“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.

“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”

Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.

“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”

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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.

“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.

“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.

“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.

“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”

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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.

Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”

“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.

“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”

Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”

“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.

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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.

“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.

“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…

But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”

As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.

“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.

“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!

Care to join me?” He smiles.

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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.

“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?

At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.

“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.

Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.

“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.

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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.

As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.

“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.

“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.

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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.

Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.

Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.

The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.

“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”

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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.

The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.

Fuck.

“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.

“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”

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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.

“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.

Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.

“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”

Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.

“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.

You’ll think, insatiable hunger…

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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.

“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.

“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.

“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.

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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.

“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.

Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.

“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.

Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.

“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.

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[ronanofulaid]

Damn.

The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.

As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.

“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.

“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.

“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”

There’s no fucking way.

“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”

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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.

A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”

“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.

“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”

When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.

“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.

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[ronanofulaid]

Help me?

“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?

“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.

“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.

“… you love me, don’t you?”

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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.

When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.

“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”

As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.

It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.

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[ronanofulaid]

Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.

“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.

“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.

“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.

“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”

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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.

As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”

“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”

“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.

“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”

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[ronanofulaid]

And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?

Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.

“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.

“I need some air first.”

Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?

Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.

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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.

“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.

Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.

“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.

“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.

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[ronanofulaid]

Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.

“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.

“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.

“… I think I just need a little time.”

Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.

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[bjornironsideviking]

He won’t even look at me…

Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him. 

“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.

“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.

Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time. 

“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.

Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.

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[ronanofulaid]

“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”

Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.

“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”

Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.

“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.

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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.

Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.

“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.

Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.

“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.

“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."

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[ronanofulaid]

As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.

“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.

Fuck…

Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.

“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.

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[bjornironsideviking]

When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.

“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.

“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.

This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.

“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.

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[ronanofulaid]

Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.

“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.

“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.

“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.

“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”

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[bjornironsideviking]

Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.

“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.

“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.

A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.

“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.

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[ronanofulaid]

“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.

“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.

“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.

Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.

“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.

“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”

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[bjornironsideviking]

Feeling his stomach quiver under Ronan’s fingers, Björn lets out a little sigh. Just that simple touch feels so good. As his husband’s fingers hook into his waistband, the warrior lifts his bottom up so his trousers can be removed. 

Looking down into Ronan’s eyes, Björn gives him a soft nod. “I would like that very much…” He sucks in a sharp breath as Ronan’s fingers trail down his thighs, it almost tickles but in a pleasurable way. He can feel the arousal pooling in his stomach, as heat spreads in his body.

“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” Björn vows as he looks into his husband’s darkening eyes. "Always."

The warrior’s head rolls back into the furs at his husband’s attentive touch. Each nerve ending coming alive as Ronan’s hands softly caress his body. He can feel himself melting with each caress. The tension in his body quickly dissipating. Even though Björn has always been more of the teacher, he’s not above learning a thing or two from his lover. Ronan’s touch is so soothing, always having a way of calming him. Settling something deep within him.

Seeing the smile on his husband’s lips, Björn feels the flutter in his heart. This is how it should be, how it always should be. Taking one of Ronan’s hands, the warrior brings it up to his lips for a kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you dot on me like this. It makes me feel like the most special man in the world to have your love and attention."

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[ronanofulaid]

As Ronan feels Björn’s body calm beneath his fingertips, he feels himself calm as well. His nervous system has started to relax. Nothing is wrong. They could never be wrong.

Seeing the melting of his husband into the furs, Ronan makes his touch more purposeful, more of a massage over the Northman’s skin. He smiles brightly when Björn tells him that it makes him feel special to have his love and attention.

“Oh, I love you so much. You can’t even fathom it…” The prince beams. Using a strong grip, he helps the Northman to his belly, running his hands up and down his back in those firmer massaging motions. Despite the tenderness of his touch, of course he wants more. He wants to give his husband everything he needs.

“Sit up for me,” the prince purrs, getting Björn up on his hands and knees. His hands trail over him again before one of them wraps around and grips the Northman’s cock, stroking it up and down while his other hand grips the Northman’s arse. He dives his tongue against his beautiful rim with a wide lick, knowing that it will drive the Northman crazy.

“Do you still want to feel me?” Ronan asks, repeating that motion with his tongue over and over as his hand strokes Björn’s length.

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[ronanofulaid]

Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.

“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.

“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.

“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.

“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”

“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.

“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”

Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”

“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”

Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”

Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”

Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”

“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.

“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”

“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.

“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”

Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.

“Servitude, like your King maybe.”

“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”

Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.

“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.

To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.

“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”

“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.

“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”

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“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.

“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.

“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”

Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.

“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.

“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”

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“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.

“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.

“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”

To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.

“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.

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Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.

“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.

“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”

“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”

“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.

“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”

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“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…

Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.

“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.

“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.

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“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.

Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.

“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”

“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.

“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.

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Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.

Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.

“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.

“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.

Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.

“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.

“Damn, smells so good in here…”

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As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.

“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.

While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.

“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.

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When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.

“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”

Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.

“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.

“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”

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The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.

“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.

“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”

Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.

“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”

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As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.

“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.

“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.

“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.

“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”

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Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.

Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”

“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.

“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”

Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”

“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.

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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.

“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.

“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…

But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”

As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.

“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.

“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!

Care to join me?” He smiles.

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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.

“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?

At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.

“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.

Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.

“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.

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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.

As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.

“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.

“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.

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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.

Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.

Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.

The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.

“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”

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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.

The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.

Fuck.

“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.

“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”

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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.

“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.

Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.

“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”

Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.

“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.

You’ll think, insatiable hunger…

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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.

“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.

“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.

“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.

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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.

“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.

Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.

“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.

Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.

“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.

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Damn.

The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.

As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.

“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.

“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.

“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”

There’s no fucking way.

“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”

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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.

A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”

“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.

“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”

When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.

“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.

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Help me?

“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?

“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.

“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.

“… you love me, don’t you?”

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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.

When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.

“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”

As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.

It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.

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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.

“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.

“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.

“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.

“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”

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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.

As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”

“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”

“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.

“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”

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[ronanofulaid]

And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?

Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.

“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.

“I need some air first.”

Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?

Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.

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[bjornironsideviking]

Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.

“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.

Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.

“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.

“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.

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[ronanofulaid]

Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.

“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.

“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.

“… I think I just need a little time.”

Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.

@bjornironsideviking

[bjornironsideviking]

He won’t even look at me…

Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him. 

“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.

“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.

Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time. 

“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.

Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.

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[ronanofulaid]

“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”

Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.

“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”

Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.

“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.

@bjornironsideviking

[bjornironsideviking]

“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.

Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.

“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.

Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.

“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.

“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."

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[ronanofulaid]

As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.

“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.

Fuck…

Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.

“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.

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[bjornironsideviking]

When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.

“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.

“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.

This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.

“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.

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[ronanofulaid]

Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.

“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.

“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.

“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.

“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”

@bjornironsideviking

[bjornironsideviking]

Warmth fills Björn’s chest as Ronan straddles his lap, deepening the kiss they are sharing. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest when his husband uses his weight to push him back into the furs. The warrior takes in all his words, nodding in agreement.

“I know how much your touch grounds me…how it makes me feel safe when we are being rougher with each other.” Björn smiles as Ronan kisses his belly. Just that little touch sending a flutter to his stomach.

“Yes, that was mean of me to deprive you for that long…” Björn agrees. He appreciates his lover telling him these things, so that he can do better. He wants Ronan to fall apart when they make love, but he also wants him to feel safe.

A bashful smile comes over Björn’s face. “I was…impatient and competitive, and I got carried away. I will do better next time.” Björn reaches out to softly caress his love’s cheek. “You always take care of me…” he says lovingly.

“Just love me, like I love you…” Björn softly rasps, guiding Ronan’s face back to his for a deep passionate kiss. His hands softly caress down Ronan’s sides, before slipping under his linen shirt. Feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips brings a soft hum from the warrior. Ronan is right. How could he deprive him of touch, of tenderness. That’s what makes their joining so special, so magical. So erotic even. Feeling his muscles under his fingertips. His soft skin. It’s what deepens their connection.

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[ronanofulaid]

“It was so mean, bear.” Ronan agrees with a little smirk. Those sweet words in that stunning Norse accent just continue to mesmerize him, that tenderness that his husband gives him now.

“Yes, I always take care of you. As you always take care of me. Yes?” The prince purrs as the Northman takes a hand behind his neck to lead him into a kiss. Björn captures his lips reverently and leaves his head feeling a little dizzy.

“You know I’m in love with you. I’d give you anything,” Ronan purrs again in between kisses. As Björn touches him under his shirt, he reaches down to pull it off so that his husband can feel more of him. Something tells him that Björn needs him, still. And he knows exactly how that feels.

Caressing his hands down the Northman’s stomach, Ronan’s fingers dive underneath his waistband, and he gives Björn a charming smile when he lifts up for him so he can take them off.

“So… let me take care of you, then?” Ronan drawls lowly, his hands teasing trailing across the Northman’s thighs.

“And perhaps you’ll make it up to me.”

@bjornironsideviking

[ronanofulaid]

Walking down the stone steps to the cells beneath Bebbanburg’s fortress, Ronan sighs. They had left their prisoner to nearly rot at this point, and there needs to be something done about him.

“Wake up, please.” Ronan chimes out when he reaches the iron gate. Of course he has no idea how to deal with this man.

“I’m awake,” Steapa says, sitting up from his cot in the corner. His eyes instantly widen when he realizes it’s the Prince.

“Ronan,” he says breathlessly.

“Uh, yeah. I haven’t decided what to do about you. My husband thought about killing you. He thought about takin’ yer hand… I swayed him against it. For a while now.”

“I’m endlessly grateful for that,” Steapa says, resting his elbows over the bars as he looks down at the dashing figure ahead of him.

“… I can’t tell you how deeply I regret my actions.”

Ronan lets out a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, I can imagine you do now.”

“Not just now. Since it happened. I was foolish and cruel.”

Ronan rolls his eyes. “For a Godly man, you are cruel, yes.”

Steapa shakes his head as he looks into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. “I can redeem myself.”

Ronan lets out that laugh again. “Oh my god, redeem yerself?”

“Yes.” Steapa says firmly. “I can serve you. I can do whatever you desire from me. You’re father and I have a long history of friendship. I’m not a perfect man… I just…” he shakes his head.

“I was blinded by desire. You are the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted you to be mine.”

“I’m no one’s but my own.” The prince seethes. It was untrue— he’s Bjorn’s. But he wants to stand on his own two feet with this.

“It’s true. You are valiant. The pride of your realm, surely.”

Ronan shakes his head, giving a sigh. “I will decide soon. Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“No?” Steapa asks, giving the prince a smirk. “It’s only the truth.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Rolling his eyes again, the prince finds himself thinking. We can’t just let him rot down here.

“Servitude, like your King maybe.”

“I’d be grateful of it, young Lord.”

Ronan scoffs, striding away and making his way back up the stairs. Unbeknownst to him, Steapa had already made his plan. He intently watches the prince’s retreating form. He’s been waiting for this check in for a while.

“I will surely see you again soon, handsome.” Steapa says under his breath. He takes a hand into his pocket, pulling out a large iron key and moving his hand around the bar to unlock the cell from the inside.

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“Ronan! You shouldn’t be down there…” Uhtred spots the prince exiting the dungeon as he strides towards him. Memories of that day Steapa surrounded him and Ronan in the forest flash in Uhtred’s mind. The helplessness the Dane felt not being able to protect the prince from the Saxon warrior’s grubby hands.

To think, at one time Steapa had been his friend. His and Finan’s. But that changed the moment he tried to make a move for his husband, and then their son. He doesn’t even recognize the Kingsguard anymore, his honor and loyalty seems to have disintegrated into something dark and sinister.

“You know you can’t trust him. No matter what he says.” The Dane gives Ronan a concerned look. “Björn should just kill him and be done with it.” Uhtred utters under his breath. “Save us all the worry of him stirring up more trouble.”

“I would suggest banishment, if I could trust that he wouldn’t come back. But we have seen how well that worked out the last time we tried to remove him from our lands.” The Dane muses, shaking his head.

“Just be cautious, Ronan…” Uhtred gives the young man an entreating look. “Your parents and I would be beside ourselves if anything happened to you. Not to mention your husband. Björn would go mad if anyone touched you again…”

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[ronanofulaid]

“Uhtred,” the prince says with a charming smile. It falls when he sees the worry on the Dane’s face.

“God, I’m fine. I can handle myself…” Ronan says lightheartedly, snickering and rolling his eyes. He moves for Uhtred, giving him a momentary embrace to soothe his worry.

“I don’t trust him. I won’t. But I don’t want Björn to have deal with him. He’s been through enough. I want us settlin’ down for the winter without a single negative consequence, and I want my husband to feel a touch of rest for once.”

Giving Uhtred a tender look, the prince smiles at him. “I promise I will. You don’t need to worry about me… I’ve been trainin’ tirelessly.”

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“I know you can handle yourself…” Uhtred returns Ronan’s embrace, his hand lightly rubbing his back.

“I just wish you didn’t have to deal with this.” The Dane softly says giving the prince a tender look. Uhtred understands Ronan’s desire to preserve the peace. To not have this darkness hanging over him and his husband. He’ll admit, he himself was relieved when Ragnar offered to take over Alfred’s guardianship. The Dane has slept better no longer having that threat hanging over him. It doesn’t mean he has let his guard down when comes to the King of Wessex, but he trusts Ragnar to do his best to prevent anymore scheming.

“I have noticed…” Uhtred lets out a lighthearted chuckle. “Your mother is a good teacher and a fierce warrior. I would not want to face her wrath if anyone tried to harm you. But I have a feeling with everything she has taught you, you will be just as fearsome.”

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[ronanofulaid]

“Mm, perhaps.” Ronan smirks, his eyes showing Uhtred a glint of knowing.

“What do you mean? Uhtred, I’m fine, I can deal with all of it. I promise!” The prince grins.

“So you’ve noticed, eh? You think I’m ready to take you on?”

To spar with Uhtred would be a very good test of strength and skill, and Ronan wonders why he hadn’t yet. Perhaps because every time he encounters the Dane, he’d rather speak with him and enjoy his company.

“Soon, yeah?” Ronan asks, his dark eyes beaming.

[askuhtredragnarson]

Ronan’s grin is contagious, and Uhtred finds himself beaming at the young man. It’s been awhile since they have had a chance to talk, at least since the unplanned trip to Ulaid. He enjoys the prince’s sense of humor, seeing a lot of himself in him.

“Hmm…perhaps.” Uhtred gives a playfully thoughtful look. “Honestly it’s been awhile since I’ve sparred with anyone, so I might be a little rusty. I’ve gotten a little too cozy in my fortress.” The Dane chuckles, a bashful look on his face.

“Yes, soon. You can test your skills against me.” Uhtred winks at Ronan. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”

“Your father and I are planning a feast for tomorrow. A chance for the whole family to gather and spend some time together. I expect you, Björn and the children to be there.” Uhtred grins. “I even promised your father there will be plenty of sweet cakes for you and him.”

“Your brother is invited too…however, I haven’t seen him around.” Uhtred glances around the courtyard, hoping he might catch sight of the younger prince. “I hope he’s alright…” the Dane softly murmurs. He can imagine this place feels strange to the young Irishman. Being surrounded by Danes, Northman and Saxons.

“If you see him, could you let him know?” Uhtred asks as he looks into Ronan’s eyes. “I know it might feel a little awkward for him, being here, but I’d would like to make him feel welcomed.”

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[ronanofulaid]

“Rusty?!” Ronan beams incredulously. “Yeah, right. Yer gonna kick my arse, I already know it…

Yeah, Lord, I can let him know. He’s doing well! Cinaed likes it here. He just um…” Ronan trails off, suddenly tongue tied. He blushes a little, hoping Uhtred can’t tell.

“… he’s been spendin’ a lot of time with me and my husband, gettin’ to know who his brother married. We’ll release him soon,” the prince chuckles.

“If there’s sweets and wine, you know I’ll be there.” Ronan winks, giving Uhtred a playful smile before the Dane ruffles his hair.

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“Hm, I would not be so sure. I haven’t picked up Serpent’s Breath since our little outing in the forest. I’m a little rusty…” Uhtred gives Ronan a sheepish grin.

Seeing the blush fan out on Ronan’s cheeks as he speaks of his brother, Uhtred can’t help but wonder if there is more than meets the eye. He keeps his comments to himself, just happy that Cinaed is enjoying his time here.

“Oh…so that’s why we haven’t seen him around the fortress. You have been keeping him to yourselves.” Uhtred teases with a smirk. “As long as he’s alright. I was a little worried that he was hiding from the awkwardness of being around me or his father.”

“Of course there will be sweets and wine…” Uhtred chuckles. “I am nothing if not a doting husband and father…” the Dane winks at Ronan as he ruffles the young man’s hair.

“It’ll be good to have the whole family gathered. I’ve been debating on whether to tell Ragnar to allow Alfred to join him to the feast. I’m curious as to how the King is taking to his new position. Perhaps he is a little more humble now…” the Dane muses. He knows he has to get used to the idea of Alfred living in the village, and as much as he’d prefer the King locked up and out of his sight, another part of him wants to show that he can be merciful. Even if the King of Wessex never afforded him the same treatment.

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[ronanofulaid]

Yeah, and he’s literally staying with Gunnar every night doing God knows what.

Ronan clears his throat. “No, I truly think he’s enjoyin’ his time here. He’s thinkin’ about staying for the winter, even.” The prince smiles.

“Thank you, Uhtred.” Ronan smiles again as he comes nearer the Dane, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Doting indeed. Yeah, why not?! One big happy family…” the prince winks. Surely by now, Ragnar was completely smitten. King Alfred definitely seems ambitious, though. Would he give that up for love? Was it love? The prince shakes his head. Too many thoughts and visions.

“Tomorrow it is, then.” Ronan grins, finally striding away as him and the Dane go their separate ways. Perhaps there would be time to train with Uhtred tomorrow before the gathering. He has no doubt that the Dane is far from rusty in his swordcraft.

Returning to the cottage, Ronan feels a shiver go up his spine, and he looks out towards the woods. It’s nothing, he assures himself. He’s just not used to living out in the open.

“Bear,” Ronan says as just enters with a warm smile, instantly smelling the dinner that the Northman had seemingly made for them, and no screaming pups running around.

“Damn, smells so good in here…”

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[bjornironsideviking]

As his husband walks through the door, Björn looks up from the roast venison he just pulled off the fire. “Just in time, love…” he smiles as he cuts into the roast. “I prepared supper, and Lagertha came and got the children. It’s just the two of us tonight.” Björn playfully wags his eyebrows at Ronan.

“Where have you been off to?” The warrior asks as he grabs some plates and mugs from the cupboard.

While Ronan hangs up his cloak, Björn finishes setting the table. He always looks forward to these quiet evenings with his love. He made sure to stoke the fire so the cottage would be nice and cozy when his husband returned from his outing. He even made sure to bring a couple extra furs out to place near the hearth, unsure if they were going to make it to their chambers after supper. He loves relaxing with his love near the hearth, watching the flames dance around as the flames of passion ignite within them.

“Oh, look…I finished the tattoo on my arm.” Björn proudly shows Ronan the tattoo of a Celtic knot just above the underside of his wrist. It’s still a little red and sore, but it is so worth it. Having this mark on his skin to represent his love for his Irishman.

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[ronanofulaid]

When Björn says it’s just the two of them tonight, the prince smiles almost giddily.

“Oh, I was just tendin’ to some things at the Fortress.”

Ronan desperately wants Björn free from burden of it all. Now that they shared a home together, the prince craved nothing more than his handsome warrior’s peace. Ronan wanted to do more than just purchase some land — he wanted to create a home for Björn. Hanging up his cloak, the prince practically skips over to him, feeling extremely spoiled to come home to a warm fire and a delicious dinner. Ronan gasps softly as he comes closer and grabs Björn’s freshly tattooed arm.

“Bear… it’s amazin’. Wow!” Ronan chimes out, bowing his head to admire the detail as he holds the Northman’s arm. When he finally lets it go, he looks up at him and practically swoons at their eye contact.

“I love you…” the prince whispers, wrapping his arms around Björn’s neck and nuzzling their noses together. “I missed you, today.”

@bjornironsideviking

[bjornironsideviking]

The warrior beams at his husband’s reaction to the tattoo. Björn wasn’t sure about the design so he asked Uhtred about the knot on Finan’s ring wanting to create something similar but also unique to the love he shares with Ronan.

“I love you, my little selkie…” Björn softly replies as he nuzzles Ronan’s nose.

“I missed you too.” The Northman echoes as he claims his love’s lips in a kiss. He starts off soft, but who is he kidding. Soft just isn’t enough, it’s never enough as his tongue begs entrance and the kiss deepens. His arms wrap around Ronan’s waist as he pulls him in tighter, loving the feel of his body pressed against his. He tries to ignore the instant flash of arousal that pools in his stomach, reminding himself that they have supper waiting for them. The way Ronan’s arms tighten around his neck, he knows his husband is feeling it too.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Björn gives his husband a bashful smile. “We should probably eat while it’s still hot…before we get too carried away.”

Seeing the little pout on Ronan’s face, Björn lets out a little groan as he gives him another quick little kiss. Food is the last thing on his mind right now, but they do have all night to enjoy each other’s bodies. Which he plans to do, multiple times.

“Food first, then play…” he tries to sound more stern than he feels, barely hiding the smirk from his lips. “Will you get the wine and I’ll dish up the plates?”

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[ronanofulaid]

As Björn takes him into a deepening kiss, Ronan melts against him, quickly tightening his arms around him and returning his fervent kiss with a tilt of his head and a tease of his tongue. When he pouts and Björn gives that little groan, the prince smirks instantly.

“Of course, bear… you’re right,” the prince grins, quickly stepping away and grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. He watches in something like amazement as Björn sets some food before them at the table.

“Oh my god, this looks so good. I can’t believe we get to do this…” Ronan shakes his head. Sometimes, he can’t help his disbelief. It’s one thing to have Björn make him a warm supper to come home to, entirely another that they get to share this life together. It’s everything the prince has ever wanted.

“Supper tomorrow at the Great Hall… the Lord’s are hostin’,” Ronan says as he digs in to his food, smiling at Björn from across their table. It’s actually nice to have their home quiet for the evening. He tries to ignore some of the weird feelings in the pit of his stomach, attributing it perhaps to the varying interpersonal things going on with his brother.

“… Uhtred asked about Cinaed. If anyone else asks after him, he’s staying with us, yeah?”

@bjornironsideviking

[bjornironsideviking]

Setting the plates on the table before taking a seat, Björn feels warmth spread out in his chest at his husband’s words. He never imagined having a life like this. A husband he completely adores, two wonderful children, and his family close by. The peace they have enjoyed in the village since dealing with their immediate threats almost seems magical. He understands now more than ever his mother’s desire to return to a simpler life. To enjoy the bounty the lands provide and spend time with loved ones.

Reaching across the table, Björn takes Ronan’s hand in his giving him an endearing smile. “Believe it…”

“Tomorrow?” Björn cocks an eyebrow inquiringly at his husband. A smirk filters across his lips as he remembers the last feast they attended, when Deirdre arrived. Although they were absent for most of it. He bites back a chuckle when he realizes that it is a common occurrence at most of the feasts they attend.

“That should be interesting…Cinaed and Gunnar at a feast. Together.” He softly snickers, curious if they will do better hiding their budding relationship then he and Ronan did. “I guess at least they have us, to provide interference if needed.”

Björn’s eyes widen finding out Uhtred has been asking about Cinaed. “Yes, of course. The brothers have been spending quality time together.” He teases, before a serious look comes over his face. “You might want to mention to your brother to make an appearance here and there, before questions and assumptions are made.”

“They may not question Gunnar being absent, knowing that he is still healing from the trauma of his captivity, but Cinaed came here with a purpose. To prepare for his transition to kingship. His absence may be more strongly noticed.” Björn advises giving Ronan a tender look. He hopes to save Cinaed from the strife he and his husband endured at the beginning of their relationship.

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“Perhaps we’ll try to be more present for this one,” Ronan says giving his husband a charming grin. His mind drifts to the last few family suppers when him and his husband misbehaved beyond all reason. Still, there’s no regret for that, at all.

“Don’t fret, my word travels fast…” Ronan smirks.

“Cinaed is stayin’ for the winter to bond with his family. To learn everything I have to teach him…

But honestly, they’ll have to be careful. It’s hard to hide it when you love someone like that.”

As they finish their amazing dinner, Ronan tutts Mara when she jumps on the table, not at all surprised when Björn pets her as if to excuse her behavior.

“Brrr…” Ronan shivers a bit, downing his wine before moving to untie his leathers from his torso. He’s always so cold that even the warmth of the room hadn’t reached his bones yet.

“Gods, that was so good… thank you, bear. I need to sit by the fire, I’m freezin’!

Care to join me?” He smiles.

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Björn nods in agreement. “I knew there was no way I’d be able to hide my feelings for you. It was written on my face every time I looked at you. I was enamored.” He gives Ronan a loving smile.

“…but with Cinaed, there is much at stake. They have no choice. They have to keep it quiet.” Björn sadly shakes his head. If he and Ronan thought Finan was harsh on them, he can only imagine what might happen if Finan finds out about Cinaed and Gunnar. Will he send the young prince back to Ulaid? Find a way to keep them separated?

At Mara’s little purrs, Björn hands her a small scrap of meat from his plate, giving his husband a sly smile. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging her behavior, but he can’t help it. She’s so cute.

“I’d love to join you…” Björn grins. “…just let me clear the table real quick.” The warrior takes the plates into the kitchen, scraping off the scraps of food into a bucket, before placing the plates in a basin of water. His eyes trail to Ronan’s form as his husband removes his leathers, making himself more comfortable. Giving Mara another quick pet, the warrior joins his husband on the furs in front of the hearth.

Cupping Ronan’s cheek, Björn softly guides his lips to his. “Do you need me to help warm you up?” He asks in a low seductive voice. His hand trails down Ronan’s chest, before slipping underneath his tunic. He can feel the slight coolness to his love’s skin as his warm hand caresses over Ronan’s muscles.

“Gods, love…you are cold…” Björn softly says before grabbing an extra fur to pull over them. “I know just the remedy for that…” a sultry smile comes to the warrior’s face.

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After hanging his leathers, the prince takes some mint from his pocket, popping it in his mouth before kicking off his boots and pouring himself a glass of water, hopefully to stave off that taste of wine on his lips. He pours one for Björn too, bringing it to the furs in front of the hearth.

As Björn sits down next to him and cups his cheek, Ronan nuzzles into him, ghosting his lips across the Northman’s as his hand runs down his chest. Just the warmth of his husband’s hand and then the extra fur has him feeling better instantly.

“Oh, you know how much I’d love that…” the prince whispers. Ronan instantly straddles the Northman’s lap, his weight light upon him as takes his hands behind the Northman’s neck and captures him in a sensual kiss. He just softly rolls his hips, grinning against the Northman’s lips as he groans.

“I have a remedy for you too, bear. And you’ll fucking love it.” He purrs.

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The warrior grins as his husband straddles his lap and claims his lips in a sensual kiss. That rush of arousal he felt earlier instantly coming back as heat pools in his stomach and his cock twitches as it starts to harden. A groan rumbles from his throat when Ronan rolls his hips, teasing him with a little bit of friction.

Bringing his arms around Ronan, Björn holds him tightly against his chest. He didn’t miss the smile on his husband's face and the mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh you do, huh? And what might that be?” Björn playfully teases.

Sliding his hands under Ronan’s tunic, he helps it off his husband’s torso. His lips trailing kisses over the exposed skin. Ronan quickly returns the favor helping the warrior out of his tunic. The need to be skin to skin flashing in both of their eyes. Placing his hands on Ronan’s bottom, the Northman grinds him over his thickening shaft, feeling it already throbbing in his trousers.

The soft mewling sounds escaping his love’s mouth go straight to Björn’s core. Gods, he needs him. Like he needs air to breathe. Björn takes his hand down between them, ghosting over Ronan’s cock, not surprised to feel it straining against the material of his breeches. Loosening the laces of his breeches, Björn’s hand dives in to wrap around his length. The sharp intake of breath from his love brings a smirk to the warrior’s lips.

“You know I love any remedy you have for me…” Björn purrs as he claims Ronan’s lips in another kiss. “Anything to chase the cold from your body.”

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“Somethin’ to ease that insatiable hunger within you,” Ronan says, snickering as Björn pinches his side as he pulls off his tunic. The prince himself grabs for the Northman’s clothing like his life depends on it, his dark eyes fervently dancing across his skin when it’s bared to him. As Björn grabs him and rolls him against the hardening of his breeches, Ronan can’t help but let a few soft, needy sounds fall from his lips.

The prince kisses him all over. Wherever his lips can reach across his tattooed skin, trailing his tongue over the harsher love bites and teeth marks he’s left behind in his haste to taste and feel the warrior he loves. When the Northman’s hand dives below his breeches and circles around his cock, Ronan bites his lip and looks into his eyes with a dark, love stricken gaze.

Fuck.

“Mm, you’re so good to me…” he purrs, rolling his hips into Björn’s hand.

“… but who has the upper hand tonight, hm? Tell me.”

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“Oh, love…you're playing with fire…” Björn quirks his eyebrow as a mischievous look comes over his face, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the underside of Ronan’s cockhead. Seeing his husband’s eyes close for a moment from the sensation, the Northman chuckles internally.

“You may be straddling my lap, but it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.” The warrior husks in a deep, dangerous tone. Björn was prepared to let his husband have his way with him. To bend him to his will. But when Ronan puts it that way, with that hint of challenge in his voice, Björn has no choice but to show him who has the upper hand.

Doesn’t mean I can enjoy both…Björn considers as naughty thoughts filter in his mind. Although in the end he might be the one to get burned. Not that he minds.

“See, love, all I have to do is shift like this,” Björn rasps as he wraps his strong arm around Ronan’s torso as he shifts his legs, laying his husband on his back. “Then it’s you at my mercy…”

Björn captures Ronan’s lips in a fervent kiss as his hands work to divulge his love of his breeches. Sticking a couple fingers into his mouth to get them wet, they instantly find his lover’s rim. Teasingly circling the ring of muscle before diving inside.

“Mm, love…so warm for me.” Björn rasps against Ronan’s lips feeling his husband rock his hips into his touch. His other hand takes his prince’s wrists placing them above his head.

You’ll think, insatiable hunger…

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Ronan moans into the Northman’s fervent kiss when he shifts him to his back, letting him rip his breeches off without a second thought. His breath instantly hitches when Björn dives wet fingers inside him almost possessively, making sure to capture the Northman’s lips again in a consuming kiss just before his wrists are restricted. He rolls his hips towards the warrior’s touch, little sounds tumbling past his lips and into their kisses.

“Fine… we can take turns.” The prince rasps out with a little smirk in between kisses. Gods, Björn is amazing. He’d never had this with anyone, and he never will with anyone else. Björn owns him completely, and the prince is devoted to him more than anything else in his life. He doesn’t even mind being held down— in fact, he fucking loves when his husband holds him down and fucks him like an animal.

“Oh, bear… fuck,” Ronan moans. He is definitely feeling warmer, an aroused flush rising to his chest as his body adjusts to being touched so fervently. It never takes him long anymore to want the Northman’s huge cock inside him.

“Are you going to take me?” Ronan purrs, giving the warrior a sensual dark gaze.

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Brushing his fingers over that sensitive spot inside his husband, Björn loves watching Ronan unravel beneath him. The moans tumbling from his mouth guiding the warrior as he strokes fervently with his fingers. Drawing pleasure out of him as he opens his prince up to take him. Gods, he’s so fucking hard in his trousers, Björn can’t help but grind himself against Ronan’s thigh, seeking that little bit of friction. Anything to ease the aching in his cock.

“Patience, love…” Björn rasps. The warrior is thankful he had the foresight to bring the vial of oil from their bed chambers, knowing he was going to need it when things took a heated turn in front of the hearth. Much like it always does.

Seeing Ronan pinned down beneath him, helpless with the hold the Northman has on his wrists, Björn feels white hot heat pooling in his groin. Gods, his prince looks so beautiful like this. Strung out and needing his cock. The little whimpers Ronan lets out as he grinds his covered cock against him brings a fever to Björn’s skin.

“Don’t move.” The warrior orders as he withdraws his fingers from Ronan’s heat. He quickly takes his hands to the laces of his trousers, ripping them open so he can quickly kick them off. Picking up the vial of oil, he spreads some of the liquid over his straining cock, a soft groan falling from his mouth at the contact. Gods, he needs his husband so bad, in every way possible.

Lining himself up at Ronan’s entrance, Björn doesn’t waste any time sinking inside his depths. Filling him up with one steady thrust. Their collective moans filling their living room as the warrior settles on a steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth while Ronan clenches around on his length sucking him in. Hovering over his love, Björn leaves a trail of love bites and kisses until he reaches his prince’s ear.

“You don’t get to cum, until you’re buried inside of me…” Björn orders in a deep husky voice.

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Damn.

The prince grins for just a moment, his dark eyes lust filled as he watches his lover take open his own trousers and release his beautiful cock. He can’t help the needy little sounds he makes in anticipation of it— he needs it so badly, to feel that bottoming out that makes his toes curl. It’s always like this, and Ronan nods as if to obey Björn’s order, keeping his wrists where he placed them and arching his head back into the furs in a fervent display that no one else gets to see.

As Björn pulls him closer, holding his legs back and sinking inside him, Ronan makes the most desperate sound the Northman has probably ever heard. He tries to keep his wrists in place, but he heavily desires to touch Björn as he starts absolutely ravaging him.

“O-oh god. Fuck. Yes…” the prince moans, his breaths turning panted.

“Wait… what?!” The prince chimes out in his usually vibrant voice, but it’s a little strangled.

“Björn… y-you know I can’t do that. I can’t. Fuck.”

There’s no fucking way.

“It’s much too strong bear, I could cum right now with how deep you are… h-have you gone mad?”

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Setting a steady rhythm, rocking into his husband with deep thrusts, Björn’s hand takes hold of Ronan’s wrists again. He can see in his love’s eyes how badly he wants to touch him, but the warrior fears his resolve might crumble if Ronan gets his hands on him.

A little smirk plays on Björn’s lips when Ronan realizes what he just said. “Yes you can, love…I know you can.” The warrior husks as he nips at Ronan’s neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you…”

“Perhaps, a little…” an impish smile comes to Björn’s mouth. Maybe he has gone mad. His husband should know better than to challenge him, because he will challenge him right back. Although he knows that payback is going to be a bitch. A tingling grows in his core at the thought. He may regret his choices later, depending on how benevolent his husband chooses to be, if at all.

“Just breathe, love…” Björn softly soothes as his cock slides in and out of him. “Let the pressure build, just don’t give into it.”

When he feels the trembling in Ronan’s legs from the pleasure consuming him, Björn pauses his movements holding perfectly still until the trembling calms.

“See, love…you can do it. Focus on your breathing.” Björn praises as he leaves soft kisses on the corners of Ronan’s mouth.

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Help me?

“B-But… Agh,” Ronan groans in frustration. His body can only take so much, and he finds that it’s already humming with pressure. How is he supposed to let it build and not give in to it? How is he supposed to relax when the Northman has his wrists bound?

“I hate you for doing this to me…” Ronan says, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing. Björn’s hold still remains at his wrists, and finally he moves against it, trying to break free from the warrior’s hold as he hovers above him with all of his strength. He tries not to get a little grumpy at his husband for denying him.

“I love you, I want to touch you…” Ronan purrs, his dark eyes growing pleading.

“… you love me, don’t you?”

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“You don’t hate me…” Björn whispers as he sucks a dark spot on Ronan’s neck. Ok, maybe a little. He resumes his thrusts but keeps them shallow and slow feeling the pressure building in his own core. As Ronan begins to move his wrists trying to break the hold he has on them, he can sense the frustration building in his husband.

When Ronan gives him a look. Not just any look, but that look, with the pleading in his darks eyes and the slight furrow of his brow, Björn feels his resolve slipping. Add on top of that, the little pout on his lips as he pleads to touch him, Björn knows there is no fighting against it. That is his weakness, and Ronan knows he can’t deny him. Björn slowly releases the hold he has on his husband’s wrists letting them fall back to his sides.

“Yes, I love you, Ronan…so much…” the warrior husks against his lips. “…so much, that I want you to have the most intense peak you've ever had as you pump me full of your cum.”

As Ronan’s hands trail down his sides, Björn sucks in his own breath feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to practice his own words, focus on his breathing to calm the pressure building inside him. Ronan is gripping his cock so tight, it’s a struggle not to give in. His breaths becoming ragged as he tries to calm the fire raging inside of him.

It’s not as easy as I thought… Björn huffs out a breath, as he stills his movements again. Trying to pull himself and his husband back from the edge.

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Gods, the prince is confused. He furrows his brows at the Northman, wondering if perhaps he misread his needs and wants. Surely not, given that Björn went straight for him. At least when the warrior releases his wrists, he can gain some leverage. He loves taking the submissive role, but this was stoking something vulnerable within him. Like Björn is testing him past his own wits.

“Then get off of me,” the prince says with a confused smirk, using his recently gained strength to move Björn to his back and separate them.

“If you want me to fuck you, all you had to do is ask, darling. You can’t put me through that and expect me to maintain composure.” Ronan says, searching his husband’s eyes for an answer. He loves fucking him, why would Björn go for one and then redact it? Not only that, but the prince felt like he didn’t want him touching him this time, for some odd reason.

“Yeah, not so easy to stay composed, hm?” Ronan says, smacking Björn playfully on his belly as he sees the flush on his husband’s chest.

“You want to fuck without inhibitions, or? Without tenderness? Say the word, I’ll do it.”

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Björn gives Ronan a sheepish look when he sees the look of confusion cross his husband’s face. Perhaps he took his desires too far. He wanted to get his husband close to the edge on his cock, but have him deny his release until he is deep inside the warrior. He wanted to feel the heat of his release inside of him. But maybe it’s too much. Pushing them both to their limits.

As Ronan moves him to his back, Björn gives his prince a tender look as he cups his cheek. “I’m sorry, love…I didn’t mean to make this complicated. I wanted to both dominate you, and be dominated by you. Have a little bit of control, before I surrender myself to you. It’s silly, I know…”

“I do want you to fuck me…” Björn softly says as he pulls Ronan down for a kiss. “I want to feel you deep inside me…”

“Ugh…” Björn playfully groans as his husband smacks him on the belly, his arm immediately coming up to wrap around his midsection. “No, it isn’t…” he reluctantly agrees a soft chuckle falls from his lips.

“I want to be at your mercy, love. I want you to push me to my limits…” the warrior admits as he looks into Ronan’s dark eyes. “No inhibitions…my body is yours to claim.”

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And do you want the same lack of tenderness you showed me?

Clearing his throat, Ronan runs his hand through his hair, returning Björn’s kiss but not too deeply. His dark eyes are still skeptical, but he leans down to leave tender kisses along the Northman’s chest and stomach. When he reaches his cock, he pays it no heed, instead trailing his lips upon the Northman’s inner thighs.

“… I can’t. I’m sorry. You, um…” Ronan rasps out.

“I need some air first.”

Standing and pulling on his trousers, the prince strides out of the room, taking a deep breath. He searches his mind, trying to find what had triggered him so deeply, but it was simple. That interaction had been different. It was rushed, and somewhat rough, and it made Ronan feel like he didn’t have control. He did need some air first, and perhaps a moment of stillness. He was safe with his husband, right? Why did it feel so wrong?

Ronan tries to remember Björn’s words. He’d apologized for making it complicated. It just wasn’t what the prince was used to from him— moving so fast, and giving him a lack of touch he isn’t used to.

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Björn can feel the shift in his husband, as he kisses him almost hesitantly. His motions lacking the usual spark of desire between them. The warrior feels like the biggest arse right now. He took things too far, and now Ronan is pulling back from him. He went about this all wrong, and he feels horrible about it.

“Ronan…” Björn says with tenderness in his voice as he watches his love pulls on his trousers and stride out of the room. He feels sick to his stomach that he caused this distress in his husband. It was never his intention. Seeing the questions in his husband’s eyes, like he didn’t even recognize him, hurts worse than anything he has ever experienced.

Giving Ronan a moment alone, to get some air, Björn pulls on his trousers. He softly pads into the bed chambers where Ronan disappeared too.

“Love, I am so sorry…I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. I should have sensed your cues. Should have realized that I was pushing you too far. It isn’t like me to be like that.” Björn softly apologies. He gently takes his husband’s hand in his, rubbing soft circles on his palm.

“I should have…” Björn shakes his head. It doesn’t even matter anymore to him what he wanted in that exchange in front of the hearth. It was all wrong. He went about it in the worse way possible. He just hopes his husband can forgive him.

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Ronan strides to their bedchamber and leans across the wall of it, taking a shuddering breath and rolling his eyes at himself. Damn, he felt foolish for walking away like that. He should have just done his duty and let it go. Björn didn’t have any nefarious intentions. This is the man he’d been with for months. The man he’d married. His dark eyes look up as Björn walks into the room and he sighs, turning his head as the Northman grabs his hand.

“It’s fine, Björn.” Ronan says lowly, still not looking at him.

“Give me a lil’ time and I’ll give you exactly what you want. You know I have no hesitation in that… obviously,” the prince drawls, cracking a small smile then. It was never that.

“… I think I just need a little time.”

Pushing off the wall, Ronan tries to avoid his husband’s proximity. Tries to avoid that whatever that was, whatever happened… hurt him. He strides to their wardrobe, throwing a loose linen shirt over his frame, his mind still trying to process what had made himself ruin the time they were sharing. Perhaps it had a little something to do with a small trauma he experienced not long ago.

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He won’t even look at me…

Björn feels his stomach drop, his heart panging at the hurt he caused his husband. As the events of the evening replay in his mind, his stomach turns as he realizes exactly what he did to trigger this response from his husband. He held his wrists down, taking away all of his control. Just as he’s sure Steapa did. He didn’t show him his usual tenderness to help him feel safe. What started out as a game in his mind, went horribly wrong, and he missed all the cues his husband was trying to express to him. 

“It’s not fine, Ronan…I hurt you. Something I swore never to do.” Björn softly replies. “I’m an arseling. The biggest arseling.” The Northman shakes his head. He doesn’t blame Ronan for being upset with him. He’s upset with himself, for not seeing what was right in front of him.

“I just want you, love. In my arms…” where you should have felt safe, until I ruined it.

Björn feels the trembling in his hands as he tries to swallow past the hitch in his throat. He gives Ronan a soft nod as he asks for a little time. 

“Y-yes, love…of course. Take all the time you need. I am so sorry…” Björn can’t stop apologizing for his actions. He feels a little bit a fear in his heart, unsure if Ronan wants time from them being intimate with one another, or time away from him. The latter making his heart clench in his chest.

Seeing how Ronan tries to avoid his proximity, Björn runs a nervous hand over his head. “If...if you’d prefer, I could sleep on the couch…whatever will make you feel more comfortable.” Björn hesitates to say it, not wanting to give voice to the idea of them sleeping apart, but he doesn’t want to cause his husband any more pain than he already has.

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“Sleep on the couch?!” Ronan chimes out with a high pitch. “You would do that?”

Instantly crossing the room, the prince has deep seated worry written all over his face. He feels like an idiot. A weak, sensitive idiot.

“Fuck… no. No no no… please, no, that would be the worst!”

Coming closer and wrapping his arms up around the Northman’s neck, Ronan pulls him in close.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot. Please don’t do that. I’m sorry… It won’t ever happen again.” The prince shakes his head. He shouldn’t promise that, it was just a boundary that’d been crossed. But the prospect of not being near the Northman at night is a terrifying one.

“… shit,” the prince rasps out quickly again, feeling his heart thud in his chest. He can feel himself panicking, like crazy.

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“I don’t want to…” Björn softly says, shaking his head. It’s the last thing he wants. Just the thought of it makes him miserable. Seeing the worry on Ronan’s face, breaks his heart.

Björn sucks in a breath as Ronan wraps his arms around his neck pulling him close. The warrior’s arms instantly wrap around his waist as he nuzzles into Ronan’s neck.

“You are not an idiot, and you have nothing to apologize for.” Björn tries to softly soothe Ronan but he can feel the panic setting into his love. Can hear the pounding of his heart in his chest. Björn chides himself for causing his husband more distress. He just wasn’t sure how best to help his love.

Pulling Ronan with him to the edge of their bed, Björn gathers his legs up and sits him across his lap. “Hey, hey…it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sleep right beside you. Where I belong.” The warrior softly says in a soothing voice, hoping to calm the panic he caused his love. He softly rocks Ronan against his chest as his hand cups his cheek, trying to give him a little bit of grounding to ease the fear inside him.

“I love you, Ronan…and I’m here for you.” Björn whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Björn tightens his arm around Ronan holding him close and letting him nuzzle into his cheek. The Northman can’t help but wonder if something happened earlier today that may have brought those memories to the surface involving Steapa.

“It’s alright, love…” Björn softly soothes as he holds his love tightly. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."

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As Björn takes him into his lap, the prince feels like it’s a blur. How his husband was able to read his panic is beyond him. Ronan nuzzles into the Northman’s cheek with his nose over and over, his heart still racing at the prospect of them separating.

“I love you too.” He whispers, nuzzling further down into Björn’s neck. Fuck, he’s humiliated all of the sudden. Like he’s ruined them. Björn offering to sleep apart.

Fuck…

Giving Björn a big smooch on the cheek, the prince swings his legs over his lap and stands. He has to be strong and pretend he’s okay, or else he’s going to completely fall apart with this.

“Im not in need of anything, I… I’m sorry. I’ll never do that again. Ever. I won’t have you unsatisfied. Perhaps just uh, tell me… next time. I’m going to grab our furs,” Ronan says, walking to the hearth.

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When Ronan returns with their furs, Björn takes his hand in his, bringing him closer. “Love, this isn’t your fault.” The warrior softly says, giving Ronan a tender look.

“I’m never unsatisfied being with you. Just holding you in my arms fills my heart with so much love. You are everything to me, so please don’t feel like you disappointed me. You could never disappoint me.” Björn reaches up to softly caress Ronan cheek.

“I should have paid closer attention to what you were feeling. I’m usually so good at reading you, knowing what is feeling good and what is making you feel uncomfortable. But I missed it this time, and I feel bad that I did. None of this is on you. I know you love me, and I love you. So much.

This moment doesn’t define who we are, or what we mean to each other. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you don’t feel comfortable with. I will never expect that from you, nor would I want you to sacrifice what you are feeling to please me.” Björn tilts his head as he gives his husband an endearing look.

“I want to be your safe place. I want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you are feeling, and how I can do better for you. Your happiness means everything to me.” The warrior pulls Ronan into a gentle kiss, his senses becoming more attuned to his husband’s response.

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Gods, it’s so sweet. Every one of Björn’s words. Ronan just listens, letting him pull him closer and letting him touch his cheek. He hopes the words are true, that it doesn’t define them or change their relationship from here. In that moment, Ronan decides to just… trust him, leaning into the gentle kiss he gives him. Deepening the kiss, he straddles Björn’s lap and uses his body weight to weigh the Northman down into the furs, smiling with relief when the Northman chuckles.

“You can be rough with me. I just need your tenderness as well… to ground me,” Ronan says with a smile, placing a few kisses on Björn’s belly.

“… and you can’t deprive me like that. Not for that long, at that intensity.” The prince grins.

“You were impatient, weren’t you? And competitive! That’s what it was. And you know that I always take care of you! Jesus…” the prince feigns a scoff.

“What am I goin’ to do with you, babe.”

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