me drying the tears of a 6 year old at work: aw, iâm sorry, thatâs rough - but look, youâll probably feel way better about it once youâve had a snack
me, responding to my flatmate or partner being anxious: hmm fair but also youâll probably feel better if you eat something
me, responding to my mum telling me she canât get past feeling constantly tired: and are you sure youâre eating enough? like, stuff with protein and carbs and fat?
me, forgoing a real dinner to get more stuff done, feeling like shit: by Talos,
Warnings: None really. Knife throwing? slightly ooc writing, my timeline is all mixed up with the shows.
Authorâs note: I'm actually posting consistently? Shocking ! I'm actually really enjoying writing this story and every time I think it's going to end, it just keeps going
Summary: Some friendly fighting advice, turns into a not so friendly competition and Ivar isn't ready to give Y/N up.
Masterlist
Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
âYour defensive stance is shit.â Ivar called out as Y/N sparred with Hvitserk. His voice had caught her off guard and she came crashing down with the elder brother falling on top of her.
âDammitâ she grumbled as Hvitserk let all his weight fall on her and she tried to wiggle her way out.
âIvarâs gonna be jealous I got you in this position first.â He teased right as she managed to get her arm loose and reached around to pull him off by the hair. He groaned and quickly threw himself off as Ivar laughed.
âI was doing fine,â she stood and wiped the dirt off herself.
âSo fine that you were bested by Hvitserk?â Ivarâs voice was teasing yet still just as condescending as ever.
âHey!â Hvitserk complained.
Y/N laughed and shoved Hvitserk by the shoulder âyouâre right Ivar. I must be rusty if he managed to tackle me.â
âOkay I donât like this Y/N and Ivar team up against me. Stop it.â Hvitserk pouted, being annoyed that he was the punchline of the joke between them. As the two laughed, Hvitserk made his way to Ubbe, surely he wouldnât be so annoying.
Ivar had sat himself on a tree stump, catching his breath from the work it cost to get here, the laughter, and simply being in Y/Nâs presence again. Y/N faced him âHow would you improve my stance then?â She questioned him with her arms crossed. This was a new Y/N, the old one didnât even want to think about ever fighting, not even for self defense and now here she was, asking for tips and actively looking to practice.
âWell if you come here I can show you,â he motioned for her to get closer to him. âI canât very well stand up and show you.â He chuckled and she rolled her eyes at him, the smile never leaving her face. She stood directly in front of him now and took her usual stance. Ivarâs hands came up and gripped her hips turning them slightly âYou need to turn your body slightly,â he couldnât steal a look at her face, just being this close to her was torture for him, but he needed an excuse to touch her. His hands trailed along her body until he reached her left thigh and squeezed âthis leg needs to come forward a bitâ he heard her breath hitch when his hand reached her thigh but she said nothing and instead did as he said. âThere,â his fingers still lingered on her thigh, not wanting to move away. He cleared his throat and sat back a bit, finally looking up at her face. Her eyes trained on his face, he didnât know if it was wishful thinking but he swore he could see sadness and longing in her eyes. âNow youâll uh, you should be able to use your back leg to hold whatever weight comes at you and push back with the support of your left.â
âThank you Ivar,â She was actually taking his advice and not fighting him. The thoughts of everything she must have gone through to suddenly want to be the best fighter made his heart ache. He should have been there to protect her, she should be laid up in his bed right now, happy and ignorant to the hardships of battle. âI welcome any advice you have. Iâve seen you against your brothers, I only regret not paying better attention to you then.â They both turned to the loud voice of Erik booming in the clearing, calling for his wife. Ivar had hoped to see annoyance or disgust on her face when she realized he was looking for her, but where he hoped to find cringing he saw love. Her eyes lit up the way they used to do for him and the smile on her face wasnât even voluntary, her body just responded to him with happiness. âErik,â she breathed out and he stepped closer. His large hand found its way to her jaw as he pulled her in for a kiss, Ivar wanted to look away but he couldnât, the gods truly tested him.
Erik nodded in Ivarâs direction as acknowledgment âI see youâre getting some advice from the,â he wasnât able to finish his sentence as an angry Ivar interrupted him
âFrom the cripple yes.â His words were spit out in disgust and he saw the smile leave her face.
Erik simply chuckled and shook his head, âfrom the youngest.â He completed his sentence. As much as Ivar wanted to hate Erik, he had given him no reason to, other than the obvious. He had been a kind man, never once judging Ivar or bringing up his disability. Erik had treated him like he treated any one of Ivarâs brothers. He didnât know how much of that was genuine and how much was just him trying to impress Y/N, but his manners hadnât wavered once.
âSometimes I think your brain is crippled with how stupid you act sometimes.â Y/N chastised him. Erik now had his arm around her shoulder and she leaned into him. âNot everyone is hung up and obsessed with your legs, Ivar.â
Ivar felt his cheeks redden, he didnât like being talked to like that, especially not in front of others. They were words he had heard from her before, anytime his brothers would give him a hard time about his relationship with her and he responded with violence or by projecting that insecurity on to her, she would always snap him back with her words and then calm him with a kiss. This time he wouldnât be getting the latter and it broke his heart.
âGive the kid a break,â Erik tried to calm her down, his lips on the top of her head. âBesides, I hear he can give you a run for your money in aiming.â He always knew how to diffuse situations and for that she was grateful. She did love Ivar still, but she had always told him he needed to control his anger. Erik was the opposite, even when he was at his boiling point he remained calm and didnât let anyone see how angry he was. The two men in her life resembled each other in so many ways, yet they were such different people.
âPlease,â she began, stepping away from him and reaching down for the small knife she always kept hidden on her person. âI could never let a man defeat me at my own specialty.â Ivar saw Erik take a step further away from her and then heard the knife zoom past him and land right on the target behind where he sat. The smug look on her face made him feel proud, it also stirred the competitor in him.
âSounds like you want a competitionâ Ivar announced loudly for those around them to hear. It definitely drew attention to them and Ivar licked his bottom lip, basking in the commotion. Erik clapped happily, egging on his wife, knowing she could easily defeat Ivar.
âWhat does the winner get?â She raised a brow, knowing there was no way she would agree if Ivar would ask for something unreasonable, especially with so many people watching.
âWhat would you want if you were to win?â Ivar was confident in his skills. He had been doing this for years and she had just started training.
Y/N circled Ivar slowly, finger to her chin as she tapped it in deep thought. âLetâs see. What could you possibly give me that I donât already have?â
âSpit it out womanâ Ivar groaned, always the impatient one.
âIf I win, you are to be my personal thrall for the entirety of tomorrow.â There was laughter scattered amongst the crowd. The thought of a prince serving anyone, especially prince Ivar, was a laughable scenario to imagine.
âSimple enough. If I win however,â he paused dramatically as he shook his head looking around before his eyes landed on her âI want a kiss.â Her face dropped as she stared at his quirked up brow and selfish smirk. Surely he wasnât serious. She was married, her husband stood right there and knew all about their past. All his brothers had now circled them, Bjornâs voice warning Ivar. âOn the lipsâ Ivar ignored him and continued
âIvar you canât be serious,â Her cheeks were red, a little with embarrassment and a little with anger at him. She knew he would ask for something ridiculous, but she thought even he would know where to draw a line. âThere is no way I-â
âDeal,â Erikâs hands were on his belt as he stared at his wife with a smirk.
âErik no,â she turned toward him shaking her head as she pleaded with him to stop this. Those around them created greater noise as they chanted for a competition. Both his hands came up to take her face in them. He bent over slightly to have his eyes more at level with hers.
âY/N. Youâve got this. You will win. I have full faith in my wife.â His voice was soft and if this had been the only time she had encountered him, she would never guess that he was the ruthless man he truly was in battle.
Her voice was not as confident as his and it shook as she spoke âWhat if I lose?â
âThen you lose, little one.â He kissed her forehead and let her go. âBedsides, whatâs one kiss, when Iâm the one who lays with you at night.â He spoke toward Ivar now. Erik had tried to be civil, he knew how much this boy meant to Y/N and for her he had tried to be friendly and understanding, but Ivar was infuriating. He knew all the right buttons to push and Erik was through pretending he wasnât bothered and even slightly threatened by what had happened between Ivar and Y/N.
As expected Ivar seethed at his comment; teeth bared and eyes squinted. Y/Nâs reaction did catch him by surprise as she laughed. He thought surely she would be upset and would chastise Erik about treating her like property and not respecting their private lives, but instead she laughed. âFine Ivar.â She finally turned to face him. âBut, if thatâs the case, I want to make it even more interesting.â
At this Ivar quirked up. He knew he would win, he would get to feel her lips on his again. Maybe then sheâd realize how much she loved him and would come running back. He saw her reach in a basket and pull out a couple of apples. He looked at her confused now, confused but intrigued. âAre we going to eat while doing this?â She shook her head and tossed the apple at Bjorn, who caught it looking as confused as Ivar. âThe winner will be the knife that knocks the apple off Bjornâs head and has it travel the furthest from himâ Bjorn was quick to protest, he barely trusted his own brother, let alone some random woman who left a bad taste in his mouth.
âDeal.â Ivar smirked with a shrug at his brother. The men and women beside him all moved away, not wanting to get caught in the crossfires of this competition. âLadies first.â He motioned for her. She walked to the target where her knife was firmly stuck and pulled it out with a huff. She made her way back to Ivarâs side and waited for Bjorn to place the apple on his head. She played with the knife in her hand for a while, getting used to its weight again. It had caught Ivarâs attention, were his eyes deceiving him? They must have been, the knife couldnât be the same one he had gifted her all that time ago, could it? She had kept it, she carried it with her, it couldnât be a coincidence. She could have easily discarded it and gotten a new one, surely Erik had the means to procure a better one. A million thoughts crossed Ivarâs mind as he stared between her face and the knife in her hand. It had to mean something right? She glanced at him briefly as she twirled the knife between her fingers and winked at him before her arm drew back and she turned toward Bjorn, the knife flew through the air. All at once it felt as if the world had gone silent in anticipation of what would happen. Bjorn stared at her the entire time, he saw the way his brother and her caught each otherâs eyes. He caught the lingering looks and the touches that lasted seconds too long, the smirks and the smiles didnât go unnoticed by him either.
All at once the weight of the apple was off his head and he heard it fall somewhere behind him. He breathed out, he was alive. He was sure that she would, not so accidentally, let the knife graze the top of his head.The warriors and shield maidens erupted in cheer and Y/N could hear Erikâs voice above the rest. She let out a smile, pleasantly surprised with herself and skipped over to Erik. He hugged her tightly and she squealed as he lifted her from the ground. âNot badâ Ivar croaked out, interrupting the pair as he grabbed a knife.
âJust admit defeat Ivar.â She called over from her spot where she had turned in Erikâs arms. Her back pressed against Erikâs front as he kept his hands wound tight around her, her neck was tilted as he whispered something into her ear. Ivar tried to concentrate on his target and the clearing had gone quiet again, except for the giggling that came from Y/N which is all he could concentrate on. How many times had he been the one to make her laugh so? All he could focus on was her laughter, he chanced a glance in her direction and saw her head turned back to look at Erik as he planted kiss after kiss on her face. He gripped the knife tighter and before he could focus fully, his arm had retracted back and was thrown forward, the knife flew through the air and snagged right at the top of the Apple. It rolled off Bjornâs head and down his back, not traveling far at all. He cursed out loud, how could he have lost?
âI think thatâs enough excitement for today.â Bjorns voice boomed through the cheering. âA long trip awaits us. Let us spend time with our families while we can and drink until we cannot stand.â He made his way over to Erik, his hand patting the manâs shoulder as he led him to the dining hall. They still had much to discuss and Erik had not yet agreed to join them on their quest to avenge Ragnar.
Y/N slipped out from under Erikâs grasp and jogged her way back toward Ivar who seemed to be red with ire at his loss. âDonât be such a sore loser,â she yelled over and he looked at her
âI am not.â He grumbled lowly, his arms crossed across his chest. She let out a giggle and reached down for her knife as she shook her head at his tone.
âAre to,â she pointed the knife at him as she tskâd. âTo show you that Iâm not a sore winner,â she put the knife back in its place and he followed her every movement, mesmerized by the woman who stood directly in front of him. She leaned over and let her lips gently brush his cheek before leaving a soft noisy kiss. She stood so close to him that if he moved even just a little his lips would find hers. âSee? I can be nice.â She whispered before moving back and heading toward Erik and Bjorn. âI like breakfast served in bed, thrall !â She called over her shoulder. His hand reached up and touched his cheek as he stared after her. He didnât know how much longer he could take this separation. He would find a way for them to be together, he need only remind her how much she loved him once.
Authorâs Note: Last part will be out next week ! Thank you for sticking with me through this story. I hope you enjoyed reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it <3
Summary: Ubbe is more observant than people think and y/n is given a choice.
Masterlist
Pt 1 // Pt 2 // Pt 3
The walk back to the dining hall was quiet as Ubbe and Y/N walked hand in hand. He breathed out her name softly and she let out a âhmm?â As she looked up at him. Her cheeks felt warm and she couldnât help but smile. There was no way she had mistaken what Ivar said. He loved her, but if that was true, then why was he acting like an idiot? Why was he pushing her away, why did he sleep with Margarethe, why would Sigurd tell her all those things about Ivar? She hadnât been listening to a word Ubbe had said, but the bruises on his neck did catch her attention and without even realizing she was interrupting him mid sentence, asking about them. It was Ubbeâs turn to feel his cheeks warm âtheyâre uhâŚâ he cleared his throat and looked away from her âwell theyâreâŚâ
Y/N couldnât help but to let out a small giggle, Ubbe looked at her confused âI know what they are Ubbe,â she shook her head. She might not have done things like that, but she wasnât naive. She knew exactly how those marks got to his neck and who most likely put them there. It wasnât that she wasnât bothered by it, but there was no jealousy or possessiveness because there was no real love between them. Ubbe gave her comfort and she was sure Ubbe only cared to sleep with her. Regardless of their reasons for marriage, itâs what they were going to be: married. She refused to be seen as disposable by the world, she wouldnât stand for whispers behind her back of her husbandâs infidelities. If they were going to do this, all she wanted was a chance for love to grow between them. âYouâre going to have to do better at coming up with lies husband, what if your mother had asked?â Ubbe was definitely confused now, if she knew what they were, why wasnât she upset? âIâm not stupid Ubbe. I see the way Margarethe stares at you and you at her. I just ask that you respect me as a wife and donât sneak behind my back. If weâre going to do this, I want to do it right. There might not be love involved, but there should be mutual respect at the very leastâ She saw Aslaug walking out of the great hall and hugged Ubbeâs arm, leaning her head on his bicep as they walked further into the center of town together. And once again Y/N had left Ubbe speechless, no wonder Ivar loved her. She was something alright. She always put her happiness aside if it meant making others happy. She really would make an amazing wife and mother to their children, but he just couldnât let her suffer in silence like that could he? Maybe it was time someone put her happiness front and center. Aslaug had caught up to them, chatted with Y/N about the wedding preparations and eyed Ubbeâs neck. She knew it couldnât have been Y/N who did it, but I was highly unlikely, it would have been too out of character for her. Perhaps the girl hadnât noticed the love bites and so Aslaug said nothing about it as to not cause any unnecessary strain to the couple.
Aslaug did not plan on bringing up the marks on her son's neck, but she should have known that one of her sons would. The dinner had been happening fairly quiet, no one really said much aside from the occasional compliment to Y/N from Ubbe or a comment on the wedding planning from Aslaug. Quiet wasnât their style though. Ivar had been avoiding looking over at the couple, embarrassed. He didnât even want to come to the dinner but his mother had insisted and he couldnât turn her down. Sigurd sat pouting and had not stopped drinking since arriving, glaring at Ubbe. He cleared his throat as he grabbed a piece of meat from his plate and pointed it toward Ubbe as he spoke before taking a bite out of it âthose look like bruises on your neck brother, should we be concerned?â Aslaug immediately looked up at Sigurd wide eyed, sternly muttering his name to quit it.
Ubbe felt Y/N squeeze his hand on the table and she simply let out a small laugh. âI donât like to talk about my private life, but I may have gotten a bit overzealous last night while we were planning our future.â She covered for him, why? He brought her hand up to his lips and left a small kiss there. Aslaug looked between them surprised but smiled and clapped her hands. She knew they would make a good match. It seemed everyone knew where they really came from except Aslaug. The brothers just stared at Y/N in disbelief. Why was she lying? Hvitserk nodded and laughed softly into his food in approval. Sigurd muttered something unintelligible under his breath but dropped the subject all together. He had hoped to stir trouble between the couple, he should have known better. Again Ubbe was getting away with whatever he wanted. Ivar just stared silently at her, sadness in his eyes. Was this going to be her life? Covering for Ubbeâs infidelities for the rest of her life?
The rest of the dinner was pretty uneventful. Plans for the sacrifice at the wedding, questions of their plans for after. Ubbe spoke of children and a farm, Y/N agreed, she wanted a lot of little ones running around and wanted the comfort of a farm as well. She had always assumed that her little ones would have blue eyes and brown hair like those of Ivarâs; that she would be in a constant state of pride and worry as the man she always imagined being her husband was a viking that loved exploring and conquering, it was getting a little harder and more real to replace who she always thought would be Ivar in her future with Ubbe. âI say we start tonight on trying to make those dreams come trueâ Ubbe chuckled as he leaned into her neck. She stiffened just a bit as she let out a nervous laugh, playfully shoving his chest. Ivar couldnât stand to see any more, he didnât even say goodbye as he stormed off, clearly upset. Y/N reached her hand out to stop him but moved it back remembering that he was no longer her concern, no matter how hard her heart screamed for him, she was too be married soon. This internal struggle didnât go unnoticed by Ubbe.
The night continued and Ubbe pulled her aside, away from the eyes of his brothers and mother. He placed a hand on either side of her face and crouched down slightly to look in her eyes. âWhat are you doing?â She asked with a raised brow as she placed her hands over his. âUbbe?â
He took a deep breath and smiled âare you happy? Like really. The thought of being my wife and having children together. Does that make you happy?â
âA family is all Iâve ever wanted Ubbeâ
âA family yes, but when you picture your husband holding you at night, when you picture growing old with someone, is it me?â She didnât respond so he continued âCould it ever be me?â She opened her mouth to say something but immediately closed it when she realized he wasnât done âor is it Ivar?â She stood a little taller at the mention of his name and Ubbe nodded. âY/N. You are beautiful you know that? And I donât just mean the way your hair frames your features, I donât mean the color of your eyes, but you. You are so kind and giving and everything about you radiates joy. I cannot be the man that dims that light. I refuse to watch the happiness fade from your life. So I give you the option, if you wish to marry me, I would treasure you with my life; no other women, no secrets, we would be inseparable.â He dropped his hands from her face and she smiled up at him. âBut, if your heart truly belongs to Ivar, I will not get in the way. I will step asideâ
âBut your mother,â
âDonât worry about my mother. Iâll deal with her if you choose to no longer go through with this marriage.â She looked at the ground. She knew two things, Ivar loved her and Ubbe was an amazing man. She didnât know what to do, she was lost in a fog. A servant came running into the dining hall catching both their attentions, she was teary eyed and frantic
âP-p-prince Ivar heâŚâ
Aslaug moved to the servant quickly âspit it out child. Is he hurt?!â
âHe..â she was visibly shaken âheâs very angry. I heard something crash so I went in to check on him and he was on the floor, I think he must have fallen because there was blood. I tried to help him but he yelled at me to leave.â
Y/N looked at Ubbe, and he knew her answer. He simply placed a kiss on her cheek and nodded. âGo,â he whispered as he softly pushed her in the right direction. He made his way to Aslaug who was all but running to check on her son âLeave it mother. Heâs in good handsâ
Warnings: slightly ooc writing, my timeline is all mixed up with the shows.
Authorâs note: Coming back from a second, long hiatus. This story ended up having way more parts than I thought it would. Iâm timing the next two parts to be released weekly and âA Proposalâ will be updated on Wednesdays ! If you want to be taken off of the taglist just shoot me a message.
Summary: An old face brings back heartbreak and the hope of success to avenge Ragnar.
Masterlist
Pt 1 // Pt 2
âEveryone. Please, meet my lovely wifeââ as her face came into view Ivar whispered her name at the same time that Earl Erik shouted it to the room âY/Nâ
A huge smile was planted on Y/N's face, as she looked around at the surprised brothers who all in turn looked toward Ivar. Her eyes followed theirs and landed on the last man she thought she would ever see again. She had heard whispers here and there, but none that were anything concrete. Yet, there he was, sitting down, eyes pointed at her, lips parted, staring as if she was an illusion that would disappear if he blinked. Erik grabbed her hand in his and pulled her closer to the table, their thrall trailing a bit far behind her, before finding an empty seat not too far away from where they now stood. âYou all know Y/Nâ he chuckled, as his arm settled softly around her waist. The brothers all cautiously nodded, eyes still glued on Ivar, who hadnât said a word. This would explain all the glances at Ivar from Erik throughout the evening, even when he wasnât talking. They had all assumed Ivarâs big mouth had just made the man dislike him. The tense shoulders and pointed looks however must have been because he knew of Ivar and Y/N, it made sense to the brothers now.
âY/Nâ Ivar finally muttered again after some time of them just staring at each other. The name felt so foreign on his tongue, he hadnât spoken it in so long, finally having accepted that he would never see her again and yet, there she was, finally within his reach again.
âYouâre aliveâ She half laughed to herself, still not quite believing he was there. She had never kept her love for Ivar a secret from her husband. She had told him all about their friendship that blossomed into love. She had also told him of his choice to leave her and of his untimely death. She turned in Erikâs arm and tiptoed to kiss his cheek. âWhy donât you go get your wife something to drink, hm?â she smiled at him, love evident in her eyes. Ivar felt his jaw clench and his hand gripped his mug so tight, his knuckles began to lose color. That kiss should have been his, that smile for him and the child that was in the arms of the thrall should have been theirs.
Erik grabbed her head affectionately and pulled her in, to place his lips on the top of her head âWhatever my wife wants.â He playfully bowed at the brothers and made his way to find mead for her. They had both heard the rumors that spread. The cripple son was alive, but Y/N had convinced herself and Erik that there was no way it could be true, Aslaug was never wrong. The saxons had killed Ragnar, why would they spare Ivar? Erik had prepared himself, for if the rumors were true, he wasnât sure what it could mean for his marriage when his wife saw her first love again. He knew that the request for drink was really her asking to be alone with him and he couldnât deny his wife that. If his first wife had suddenly appeared before him, heâd be very conflicted on what to do, a feeling he wouldnât wish on anyone and yet here was his Y/N faced with an impossible choice. He truly did love her and he knew he could never be angry at her if she chose to leave him for the man she thought was dead who was now sitting in front of them clearly still as in love with her as before.
Ubbe let out a cough, trying his best to ease some of the tension that was clearly building. âYou look really good,â he smiled as he stood up and pulled her in for a hug. She hugged him back, but her eyes still kept making their way to Ivar, who hadnât moved.
âDefinitely not just an ordinary woman huh Ivarâ Hvitserk teased as his elbow dug into Ivarâs side, his eyes looking her up and down.
âShut itâ Ivar growled for only Hvitserk to hear. Hvitserk simply chuckled and shook his head as he stood, making his way over to Y/N.
âMy, how youâveâŚ.â his eyes roamed her body once more âchangedâ She let out a small laugh at his observation before she pulled him in for a hug as well.
âIâve missed all you idiots.â She hadnât in fact changed much, except maybe the length of her hair. She had been surrounded by beautiful princesses and thralls and exotic slaves her whole life with the Ragnar sons; her confidence hadnât always been as strong as she let on. Sheâd wear looser dresses, hair just pulled back simply, most skin hidden from the world. Her dresses were more fitted now, her shoulders out, her hair in intricate braids. Erik had slowly pulled her out of her mind, showing her how beautiful she truly was, he made her feel all the time what Ivar made her feel when they were together. She hadnât realized how much her confidence could change how people saw her on the outside and for that she was grateful to Erik.
âYou missed one more than the rest of us though, right?â Hvitserk teased, but before she could respond Sigurd ran over from somewhere behind her and lifted her by the waist. She gasped as he yelled her name, spinning her around. When he finally put her down he pulled her into a tight hug and began asking her a plethora of questions of where she had been, how she met Erik, how she suddenly looked so different etc. Bjorn had never been around much for him to feel anything about her return. However, he knew this could put a damper in his plans; she was, after all, the one that got away for Ivar. He saw as she excused herself from the brothers, to make her way to Ivar.
âHiâ she whispered, eyes on him.
Ivar responded softly âThatâs all you have to say? Hi?â his voice getting a bit louder with each word.
âI donât know what to say, Ivar. I--â He could see the tears in her eyes and how she tried to fight them back, he instantly softened, leaning forward and resting his hands on the table between them.
âSay that heâs lying. That youâre not married. That you waited for me or that he forced you into marriage and that youâre here for my helpâ he pleaded softly with her, trying to keep the conversation low enough that his nosy brothers couldnât hear everything. Bjorn however, was paying very close attention to them. He could not let this reunion ruin his plan to get Erik's army.
She opened her mouth once and then quickly closed it as her hand reached up to wipe a tear that had fallen. âI thought you were deadâ she managed to squeak out. She moved forward some more and let her hand rest on his âI thought I had lost you forever. Your mother, she had a vision--â she stopped talking when she felt Ivar pull away at the mention of his mother. âIâm- really sorry about the loss of your motherâ
âMurderâ Ivar spat out âthe murder of my mother.â Y/N simply nodded, not wanting to anger him further.
All those nights she spent talking to the stars, in the hope that her voice would reach Ivar in Valhalla. All the nights she spent crying and mourning his loss. They were all for nothing because Ivar was alive. The love of her life was sitting in front of her and she still couldnât believe it. âCan we talk? Away from all of this? Pleaseâ as she mumbled toward him, her thrall came toward her with a crying toddler. Y/N quickly took him and rocked him while softly singing him a song. He settled quickly in her embrace and Ivar stared at them with both anger and awe.
âYou always wanted to be a motherâ He chuckled dryly, âguess you wasted no time in starting a family huhâ he shook his head as he downed the rest of the mead in his mug. At this point the brothers had all scattered, not wanting any part in whatever blow out was about to happen, all the brothers except Bjorn.
She went from smiling at the baby in her arms to frowning at Ivar. âYou left me. You donât get to be angry. You choseâ she tried to keep her voice low and away from the thrall who didnât need to know her business, but she let her anger get the best of her and knew she had been louder than intended. Placing a kiss on the childâs forehead she handed him back to the thrall. âYou two can retire for the night and please put him to bed, I wonât be long.â Once she had made sure the thrall had made it out she turned back to Ivar. There were no words to explain all the emotions that were swirling inside of her. Ivar had been her first love, her true love; she had thought she lost him and that he was gone forever. She had found love in Erik and his son and they had been so happy and now that was all crashing down. All she could think was how the gods must be very bored that they are playing jokes on her here in Midgard. They were mocking her and she was at a loss at what their plans for her were. She had caught Bjorn staring as she looked around the hall and he hadnât looked away, there was no shame, on the contrary; it felt like he wanted her to know that he was listening. She had also locked eyes with Erik briefly who was standing on the opposite side of the room now, speaking with someone, she could see he was trying to give her privacy but his worried eyes would look every now and then to make sure she was okay. Finally her eyes found Ivarâs full of both hate and love, she had known him long enough that she could feel every emotion that he denied himself. âYouâre right.â She made her way around the table, plopping herself on the chair that Hvisterk had occupied not too long ago. She made a point of turning her chair to face him, much closer to him now. Her hands rested on her laps, playing with her skirt nervously. She couldnât believe that after everything they had been through he still made her feel so nervous. He stared at her hands for a second before looking up at her face which was down turned as she stared at her hands âI did always want children and a husband. A family to call my own. If I recall correctly I begged you to provide it for me and you,â she let her eyes move over his face and look into his eyes âyou left.â
âYou know why I had to-â
âI knowâ she let out a breathy laugh. âI know why you left Ivar, you donât need to remind me.â His hands found their way into hers, fingers filling the spaces between hers, hidden by the table in front of them.
âI would raise him, you know.â He squeezed her hand and she looked at him a bit confused before realizing what he meant. He thought the child was hers. Did men not use their brains? The child was just a bit too grown to fit into the timeline he had forged in his mind.
âYou mean Erikâs son?â Her eyebrow raised and she smiled
âYour son. If you came back to me I would treat him like my own, weâll give him many siblings.â He squeezed her hands with excitement written on his face as he forgot the world around him.
âIvar. Heâs not my son. He is Erikâs son.â She kissed his hands before letting them go. âI have missed your half thought out plans thoughâ she muttered as she felt herself relaxing in his presence once more. âHis mother, Erikâs first wife, died in childbirth. They were all alone until I came into their lives.â Ivar couldnât help but feel happiness surge through him. If they didnât have a child together then there was nothing tying her to Erik. She could leave him, return to Kattegat and they could forget all about the lost time between them.
âSo, how is it you came across beloved Erik there and gained yourself such a reputation?â He leaned in closer to her, his hand on her knee as she told him things that had happened to her from the day she left until now. She kept it mostly short and didnât go into too much detail , but he stared at her in horror and awe nonetheless, listening to the hardships she endured and his heart grew softer for her every time she mentioned how she would talk to him when she felt all alone. The look in Ivarâs eyes, it was the look that meant he was going to do something ridiculous, something that would definitely get the attention of those around him and Bjorn knew exactly what that was as Ivar grabbed her arm and attempted to pull her closer to lay his lips on hers. Before he could advance far enough in his plan, Bjorn was standing behind him, one hand firmly on Ivarâs shoulder, squeezing.
âThatâs quite a life youâve lived Y/N.â Ivar grunted at his brother's voice. He had clearly been eavesdropping on their conversation. âSeems like you owe Erik quite a lot for all heâs done for you.â His attempt to remind her of her husband was not subtle in the least bit and Y/N could tell that Bjorn didnât like her much, but she said nothing in that regard. He made sure his voice was loud, trying to assert some weird authority over her. She noticed Ivar glare behind her as well, before she could question what he was staring at, she heard him.
âThatâs where you have it wrong Bjorn.â Erikâs gruff voice echoed as he approached them. He stood beside his wife now and Ivar recoiled from her further. âIt is I who owes this woman my life.â Y/N smiled and rolled her eyes playfully at the sound of Erik getting closer to her.
âAnd whyâs that?â She questioned, knowing very well what he was going to respond.
âYou saved me from loneliness wife. You stand by my side and that of my son and my people. You foolishly agreed to marry me.â Her body was now fully turned to his, admiration for him on her face. She never thought sheâd feel this happy with someone who wasnât Ivar and yet, as she stood before both of them, she felt immense love toward them both. In this moment all she could concentrate on was Erik and how scratchy his beard felt on her skin as his lips quickly met hers for a kiss.
Ivar grumbled some excuse and all but shoved his brother away as he dragged himself out of the dining hall. Y/N wanted to chase after him but she knew she shouldnât. He needed time to adjust to the reality that was their life now and she needed to figure out why Bjorn disliked her so much, when he didnât even know her.
You ever read a fanfiction so, so fucking good that when you're done reading it, you're kinda disoriented? Like the place you were reading it in seems unfamiliar because the story sucked you into the fucking fifth dimension with how good it was? Unparalleled feeling.
Authorâs Note: Wow wow wow. It's been a little over a year and I'm so sorry for disappearing. Life was hectic, but I was finally able to finish this series ! There are going to be two more parts after this one and I'm so excited for it to reach its end. Thank you guys for reading !!!
Summary: Ivar's plans to get Sigurd to reveal what he had said are ruined and he confesses more than he meant.
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Pt 1 // Pt 2
While Ivar did have a very short fuse, he was never one to act impulsively if it was for revenge. He planned thoroughly and he executed flawlessly, but Y/N, she made him do things out of character. He had tried to plan how he was going to get answers out of Sigurd. Get him drunk perhaps, get him angry enough to start spilling secrets. He could handle a little teasing from Sigurd, he hardly ever said anything that he hadnât already heard before. It was always about his legs, his impotence, how he wasnât a real man; nothing Ivar couldnât handle. What Ivar couldnât handle and didnât expect was what Sigurd said during their training. Hvitserk had been teasing Ubbe about some mysterious new bruises on his neck as he moved his sword away from him. Ubbe had just chuckled and told Hvitserk to drop it, but of course Hvitserk lived to playfully tease his brothers. âY/N really wanted to make sure everyone knew you were taken huh?â Hvitserk began poking at his brother's chest and the more Ubbe told him to cut it out the more Hvitserk teased. At one point Hvitserk had grabbed Ubbe by the jaw to move his head from side to side to examine all the love bites scattered about his brother's neck. Ivar had visibly tensed up as he overheard their banter, he had lost the one woman he wanted to his brother and now it was being rubbed in his face. âPerhaps we should give our future sister a stern talking to on not leaving you all marked upâ
Sigurd scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes as he began packing up his things. âRight. Because Y/N would do that.â All eyes were on him as he mumbled to himself mostly. When he noticed that he now had their attention, he tried to play off his jealousy as teasing. âCome on Ubbe. We both know youâll need to come up with an excuse as to how you got those markings during dinner tonight.â
âWait what dinner?â Ivar inquired, almost completely forgetting about the situation at hand. He couldnât really stand to face Y/N after the incident two nights ago. He was embarrassed and angry, but mostly embarrassed that he looked weak in front of anyone, especially in front of her.
âMother wants us to eat as a whole happy family.â Sigurd shrugged, wanting to get back to what he was saying before.
âItâs to announce that we will be getting married in three days timeâ Ubbe finally spoke up and that just made both Sigurd and Ivar fume. Thatâs when Ivar fully processed what Sigurd had said before. He asked his brother why he would need an excuse if his future wife gave him the marks.
Sigurd answered for him however, âbecause it wasnât her who gave them to him. Was it Ubbe?â They all looked in his direction and Ubbe just awkwardly chuckled as he rubbed his neck. âY/N would never do such a thing. Sheâs innocent, sweet, delicate and she definitely does not want anyone knowing her business. Margarethe on the other handâŚâ Thatâs when Hvitserk doubled over with laughter at Ubbeâs expense.
âHow are you going to explain to your future wife that youâve been with another woman so close to your wedding night?â Hvitserk could barely speak between his fits of laughter. He couldnât stop laughing, not until Ivar had thrown an ax at a nearby tree and then suddenly everyone was quiet.
âHow could you be so careless brother hmm?â Ivar was angry and for once it wasnât at Sigurd. âYou have the hand of the most beautiful woman and you lay with a slave. For what? Is Y/N not good enough for you?!â His voice got louder and louder and Ubbeâs gaze went from guilty to stern.
âWhat do you care boneless? Sheâs mine and if I wish to lay with other women then I can and thereâs nothing anyone can do about it.â Ubbe was noticeably upset now and Hvitserk had gone quiet. This day wasnât turning out how any of them had planned.
âShe deserves better than youâ Ubbe had been expecting an argument from Ivar, but not from Sigurd. They were all caught by surprise, even Sigurd. He hadnât meant to say it out loud, but here they were, and the words couldnât be taken back. Ivar looked the most surprised however, he was the one meant to be defending her honor, not Sigurd. But he would sit back and watch his brothers tear each other apart and then he would swoop in and interrogate Sigurd while he was distracted.
âWhat did you say?â Ubbe was now fully facing Sigurd, getting closer with each word. âWho better than a prince? Who could give her more than I?â
âI couldâ Sigurd's voice was soft at first, but the more domineering Ubbe got, the straighter Sigurd stood. âMother should have chosen me to marry her. I would be devoted to only her, and she already has feelings for meâ
At that Ivar let out a comedic laugh âOh what are you on about now? Y/N have feelings for you? Please donât be ridiculousâ with an eye roll Ivar went about rummaging through the box of weapons beside him. How could Sigurd be so ridiculous as to think that Y/N could ever look twice at him.
âYes Sigurd. Please enlighten us on how it is you think my wife to be has feelings for you.â Ubbe stood tall with his arms crossed. He could believe that Y/N had feelings for Ivar, they had practically been inseparable for most of their lives, but Sigurd?
Sigurd immediately regretted opening his mouth. If there was one trait all the Ragnar sons shared it was their pride and lack of foresight. âI just...well.â He cleared his throat and tried to stand straight. As he thought of his next words Ivar laughed.
âTrying to come up with some elaborate lie?â It was one thing to lose the love of his life to Ubbe, but never to Sigurd. Y/N had better taste than that. âWell if youâre done wasting our time with your stories, we have a real issue to deal withâ he turned to Ubbe, ready to go back to scolding him for lying with Margarethe when he had Y/N, but all he felt was pure anger at Sigurd's next words.
âThen why did we make out under the stars? If she doesnât have feelings for me? How do you explain how I know that her lips are soft and they taste of berries? That she scrunches her nose as she closes her eyes?â He stood there with a smirk on his lips at his brother's reaction âOr do you still think me a liar, Ivar?â He knew that Ivar had no choice but to believe him. He didnât even think of Ubbe at that point, only at how under Ivarâs skin he had gotten. He had made his point and that was enough.
Hvitserk knew better than to get involved. He stood there looking between his brothers as they bickered with his eyes wide and his mouth in a small gasp. They were so engrossed in each other that none of them, except for Hvitserk, saw Y/N heading over. He could have warned them, he could have told them to lower their voices, but instead he took a step back and smirked. This wasnât how he had planned on spending his afternoon but it was very entertaining nonetheless. For the first time his brothers were fighting over a woman and he had nothing to do with it. Boy was he glad he had stepped back, as Ivar was now lunging his body toward Sigurd. Sigurd's eyes widened as they both came crashing to the ground. There were no rules, they pulled each otherâs hair, punched, slapped, poked and rolled around. Hvitserk broke out into laughter once more as Ubbe pleaded for him to help break them up.
Y/N went from walking to running as she saw the brothers fighting. She knew she shouldnât care for Ivar, but she couldnât help it. She knew one wrong turn and he would break a bone and be in agony for months. She finally got close enough to them that Ubbe could hear her small voice calling Ivarâs name. He looked at her and how distraught she was and he knew that she would never look at him like that. He knew in that instant for sure that Y/N was in love with Ivar and he with her and they were just too stubborn to admit it to each other. Before he could call out to her to stay away or she would get hurt Ivar was shouting at Sigurd. âKeep your disgusting hands and lips to yourself you pigâ as Ivar tried to punch Sigurd in the side, Sigurd grabbed his hand and managed to roll them so he was now on top.
Sigurd had Ivar trapped under his body and he laughed triumphantly âWhat do you care boneless? You left her and now sheâs marrying Ubbe of all people.â He kept Ivar trapped under his weight as he childishly slapped his face back and forth with every word.
âI didnât leave her.â Ivar growled âI could never leave her. I love herâ before their arguing could continue, Ubbeâs voice boomed over them
âEnough. Youâre acting like children. And youâre scaring Y/Nâ At the news that Y/N was standing there, Ivar shoved Sigurd off of him, eyes wide and cheeks red. Surely she hadnât heard what he let slip. Sigurdâs expression wasnât any better, they both stared at her wordless. Ubbe walked over to Y/N and took her small hand in his âletâs go Y/Nâ he whispered in her ear. Surely she didnât hear Ivar right. He...loved her? She was dumbfounded, at a loss for words.
Her small voice was finally heard as she looked at Ivar âare you hurt?â If she had heard what Ivar said, she wasnât acting like it. Ivar couldnât respond with fear that his voice would betray him so he shook his head. Y/N squeezed Ubbeâs hand and he led them away, toward the dining hall.
Hvitserk cleared his throat and with a chuckle he mumbled âWell dinner will definitely be interesting tonightâ Ivar simply shoved Hvitserk as he dragged himself anywhere but there.
knowing that someone actively ENJOYS the things you create.. is an absolutely wild feeling. like, my entire chest is just full of warmth rn because i was able to make someoneâs day just a teensy bit better ya know? catch me in the corner, gently crying
Warnings: Short NSFW scene in the beginning, cheating, lowkey stalking? maybe a curse word
Word Count: 4.6k
Authorâs note: Thank you guys for being patient with me. I am working on my other fics I promise, Iâve just had some writers block and I finally managed to finish this one ! Let me know if you like it !
Summary: What happens when Bjorn breaks your heart for the last time?
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âBjorn Ironside, if you donât control yourself..â her voice slowly faded into a giggle as her boyfriend's hand rested on her thigh, slowly moving up while they were at a feast with his family to celebrate his return from a raid.Â
âYouâll what?â He asked with a chuckle as his nose pressed to the side of her cheek, his fingers tracing the inside of her thigh. Before she could answer, they heard someone clear their throat as they called his name. âHmm?â He pulled his face away from hers, but his hand stayed where it was.Â
âDo you plan on going back?â Ubbe repeated his question with a smirk, seeing his brotherâs hand nowhere in sight and his girlfriend squirming. Her face was flushed and she tried to drink from her cup but gasped softly as Bjorn got closer up. Everyone turned to look in her direction and her cheeks got even more red.Â
âExcuse me. Iâm not feeling too wellâ she stood up and smoothed out her dress. She departed with a smile, clearly embarrassed. After responding to his brotherâs question, he wiped his mouth and stood up âI better go check on her. Make sure sheâs okayâÂ
Hvitserk laughed âPlease donât keep us up all night !â He yelled after his brother who winked at him and ran out.Â
Bjorn walked into his home, seeing the beautiful blue dress he loved on the floor, along with the shoes Y/N had been wearing and the door to his bedroom opened. He called her name slowly, like a predator after his prey, he tried to stay quiet as he slowly peeked into his room. Not seeing her he stepped fully in calling her name again, a bit more confused now. Once fully in the room, he turned and saw her running toward him in one of his tunics. He opened his arms and picked her up by the back of her thighs, holding her close. Her lips were on his in a matter of seconds âI take it you missed meâ he teased her through kisses. She just smiled and started pulling at his clothes. He stopped her from pulling his shirt off and she groaned. âTell me you missed me.â He teased her some more, knowing how impatient she could be.Â
She dropped her legs from his waist and stood in front of him with her arms crossed. âOf course I missed you.â She lifted the long tunic off of her body and dropped it to the floor. âAre you going to let me show you how much I missed you?â Her fingers made quick work of his belt and pulled down his pants. Thatâs all it took to awaken the heathen in Bjorn. He lifted her once more and threw her on the bed, his lips attaching to her neck and his hands caressing every inch of skin he could touch. In a breathy moan Y/N muttered âI thought it was me who needed to show you how much I missed you.â Before he could say anything she had managed to flip them over and trapped him under and between her legs. She could feel his excitement against her and she couldnât wait to be with him after being apart for six months, but she needed to see all of him. âTake off your shirtâ she demanded and Bjorn happily obeyed, now completely naked under her. His hands reached up her waist to her breast but she stopped him. âWhatâs this?â She pointed to a couple of small round bruises on his collarbone.Â
âProbably from battle.â He muttered, trying to pull her from the negative thoughts he knew she was having.Â
âBjorn I know these marks. Iâve given you marks like this beforeâ he could feel her trying to lift herself off of him and he held her in place by her hips
âYouâre being paranoid Y/N. They are bruises from battle. Or have you forgotten what itâs like to raid?â He saw her face begin to ease and she muttered an apology. He almost felt bad that she so easily chose to believe him. Not bad enough to tell her the truth of the shieldmaiden that had kept his bed warm while they were away however. âDonât let those thoughts ruin our first night togetherâ he flipped her back on the bed and moved his lips over her jaw and neck and down her chest. Y/N let herself get lost in the feelings of his lips on her, and his fingers kneading her skin and between her folds. Bjorn kissed back up her body and stared into her eyes as he aligned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed his way in. Her eyes shut and her mouth opened in a gasp. Bjornâs lips muffled her moans and her lips softened his grunts. Her legs wrapped around him, trying to feel him as deep as she could get him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his cheek against hers, nipping at her skin. Her hands went from gripping the sheets to his back. Her nails trying to dig into his skin, only to be met with healing scratches following the same path she was about to set. She tried to push the bad thoughts away and remind herself that he had been in multiple battles and they could just be healing wounds from then.Â
Y/N wasnât stupid. She knew of his colorful history with women, but he had promised that this time was different and she had been naive enough to believe him. âStopâ she moaned softly, her body betraying her. Bjorn continued his merciless thrusting into her until he felt her tears against his cheek. He moved his face up and away from her, with a sudden panic he stopped his movement.Â
âHey, hey why are you crying beautiful? Did I hurt you?â He was worried that he had been too rough with her, not imagining that the next words out of her mouth would be
âWho is she?â Her voice faltered and she reached up to wipe her tears.Â
Bjorn pulled himself out of her and laid on his elbow beside her. âWhat are you talking about?â
âDonât play stupid with me Ironsideâ She had never felt so naked before, she pulled the furs over her body trying to hide from Bjorn, trying to feel less vulnerable.Â
With a groan he laid on his back âIt doesnât matter. That was then. Youâre here now. I donât need her anymoreâ his arm was over his eyes as he tried to stop being annoyed for having to stop midway.Â
âYouâre not even going to try and deny it?â She stood up and hit his chest âI thought you loved meâ with a scoff she stood up and went for her clothes.Â
Bjorn followed her âIt would be insulting to deny it. You clearly already know.â He sighed and grabbed her arm as she tried to put her shoes on âI do love you. She was just a warm cunt to keep me company while you were far from me. Iâm sure you laid with another man while I was awayâ
Fighting to get her arm out of his grip she yelled at him âDo you think so little of me? I promised myself to you and Iâve kept my word. Weâre only as honorable as our word and you Bjorn Ironside are clearly not an honorable manâÂ
He didnât see how he had done anything wrong. He did love her, he didnât love the shieldmaiden he had laid with. His heart had stayed true to her. âOh come on Y/N. Would it make you feel better if you laid with another man? To even things outâ He expected her to agree and continue writhing beneath him. The last thing he expected was to feel the sting of her small hand as she slapped his face.Â
âAm I just a fuckhole to you? Actually, donât answer thatâ with a final scoff she turned back toward the door âWeâre done Bjorn. Now all of Kattegat can warm your bed if you pleaseâÂ
It had been two weeks since their fight and Bjorn had tried to win her back once, but she had thrown the necklace he had brought for her, right at him. Ubbe had laughed at him and patted his back âYou really messed up this time brother.â Bjornâs eyes however, had already begun to wander to other women. Ubbe noticing Bjornâs eyes set on a blonde shook his head âMind if I give her a go?â Bjorn only half listening as the woman smiled at himÂ
âSure sureâ he downed the rest of his drink and went to talk with his new eye candy.Â
Four months later and Bjorn had bedded what felt like half of Kattegat. He would see Y/N in the market from time to time but she always pretended she didnât see him and while it hurt his ego, he let her be. She would sometimes mutter a hello to him but not much else. He always saw her when she was alone and knew it would take her time to move on from him. He thought she would probably be alone for much longer after his betrayal.
That is, until during a feast he had turned a corner and came face to face with her, her hair messy and her dress slightly askew. âHiâ he muttered awkwardly, lifting the sleeve of her dress for her. âWhat were you doiââ Before he finished his sentence he saw his younger brother come from the same direction she had, adjusting his belt, slightly sweaty. He had never felt anger like that moment âor who is the better questionâ his eyes narrowed as he stared at Ubbe who was taken back when he saw Bjorn and Y/N standing there.Â
Y/Nâs eyes looked everywhere but at Bjorn. âI was just going to get something to eatâ she ran her fingers through her hairÂ
âDidnât stuff your mouth enough already?â Bjorn spat out before thinking. Her eyes shot up at him in hurt and anger.Â
Ubbe quickly stepped in front of her âHey. Thatâs uncalled for BjornâÂ
âWhat do you care? I donât belong to youâ she spoke up as she peeked over Ubbe. âI can stuff my mouth with what and whoever I wantâ She was never the type to stand down and this wouldnât be the exception. She had cried enough tears for Bjorn. Instead of apologizing to her, he had pretended like she didnât exist and flaunted all his new women in front of her.Â
âMy brother? Really?â He shook his head and then looked at Ubbe âand youâ he shoved him back âHow dare you try to steal her from me?â
Before Ubbe could say anything Y/N side stepped him and stood directly in front of Bjorn. She tried to look intimidating but because she had to strain her neck to look up at him, she looked as scary as a child with their parent. âYour BROTHER was there for me. He comforted me when I was hurt. He doesnât promise me things he canât keep. He can keep his cock in his pants. HE can actually satisfy me.â The longer she looked at Bjorn the harder it was to keep herself from crying. She needed to get out of there. She grabbed a hold of Ubbeâs hand and intertwined their fingers. âCome on Ubbe. Letâs find somewhere else we can fuck like rabbitsâ she left Bjorn calling out her name and furiously wiped the tears from her cheeks.Â
When they were out of the great hall, Ubbe squeezed her hand before letting go. âWhy did you let him think we had sex?âÂ
âBecauseâ I donât know Ubbe. Iâm sorry. That wasnât fair to you, I justâ he infuriates me. Did you not hear how possessive he sounded? When heâs the one that ended us? When heâs the one that moved on so quickly and left me behind?â She felt Ubbe pull her in and she cried into his chest, like she had many times in the last four months that they had become friends.Â
âI mean, I know how to make you not a liarâ he teased her, combing her hair back and looking down at her face.Â
She enjoyed feeling Ubbeâs warmth against her, he was sweet. He was the best parts of Bjorn, the best parts of the Lothbrok genes. As his thumb wiped at her wet and reddened cheeks, she shook her head âTrust me Ubbe. You donât want to be with me. Iâm a messâ
âThen let me help you straighten out.â This wasnât the first time Ubbe had tried to kiss her, but it was the first time she had let him, the first time she kissed him back.Â
When she pulled away she bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile. âI canât believe you saved me from two different men, on the same nightâ she shook her head and stood on her tiptoes to get close to his face again âThank you.â Peck âfor fighting that creep in the great hallâ another one âand then standing up for me to your brotherâ with that last sentence she wrapped her arms around his neck and hummed happily into their kiss.Â
Seven months. Bjorn had ignored her for seven months after their breakup. She had seen him a handful of times in those seven months, all sporadic and accidental. In the last month that she had finally accepted Ubbeâs advances, she suddenly saw Bjorn all the time. Itâs like he was purposely looking for her, he always knew where to find her. Whether it was in the great hall, the market, the docks or with Torvi.Â
She had lived in Bjorns chambers while they were together and so when she walked away from him, she found herself with nowhere to live. That had been the first time Ubbe had come to her rescue, well Torvi really. She had offered her, her floor until Ubbe found her a new hut she could stay at. Torvi had quickly become one of her closest friends. She understood what it was like to be burned by Bjorn. She too had thought they would last forever and now well, now the two women had each other for comfort.Â
Ubbe had seen how uncomfortable Y/N had gotten with going to the market, in fear of seeing Bjorn and having to go out of her way to avoid him. So he went and bought her enough supplies to feed her and keep her busy for weeks. He had promised that he would hunt for her and bring her fresh meat instead of the salted meats she always bought.Â
âHe asked about you againâ Ubbe grumbled as he sat down to eat with Y/N.Â
âWhat did you tell him?â She asked as she set the food down in front of him. She was a little wary of dating another Ragnarsson, but Ubbe was different. He was sweet, he was kind and thoughtful. He was everything Y/N thought and had wished Bjorn was. She thought she had been happy with Bjorn but it didnât compare with how Ubbe made her feel.Â
âI told him that you werenât his concern anymoreâ he angrily stuffed his mouth and she just laughed.Â
âOh yeah?â
âYes. Youâre mine nowâ he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, not looking up from his bowl, worried he had sounded like Bjorn that night at the great hall. All he heard was a hum of approval followed by chewing. He took a deep breath and continued eating, not saying anything else.Â
After eating in silence for a couple of minutes, her voice broke it âI think I quite like thatâ
âLike what?â
âBeing yoursâ the bowl scraped across the table and she leaned closer to him, holding his hand in hers. âThank you Ubbe. For being there when I needed you. Thank you for protecting me. Thank you for ââ her next words lost when Ubbe pulled her onto his lap in a deep kiss.Â
âI love youâ he mumbled into her lips. When she pulled back and stared at him, he felt his face heat up âI didnât meanâ I mean I do butâ you donât have toâ he groaned and threw his head on her shoulder. He felt her body shake with laughter and he looked up at her
âI love...when you get nervousâ she teased him, her thumb running up and down his beard. âI love...when you protect meâ she locked her arms around his neck âand most of all, do you know what I love?â Ubbe shook his head, embarrassed that he had just blurted out his feelings for her so quickly âI love youâ she didnât give him time to process her words before standing from his lap, to properly straddle him and letting her lips find his again.Â
Ubbe had been the best thing to happen to her. She didnât know what she did to deserve him or what she did to deserve Torvi. âHe came for you againâ she muttered to Y/N as they trained together. âDonât worry. I told him to go awayâ Y/N got the upper hand and pinned Torvi down, blade against her neck
âThank youâ she breathed out harshly. She helped Torvi up and shook her head. âI donât know why he suddenly wants my forgiveness.â She set her sword down and sat on the ground, face in her hands.Â
âHe says he loves youâ Torvi sat beside her. âGot into a huge argument with Ubbe. Accused Ubbe of sabotaging your relationship and told him that he wants you backâÂ
âIf he had fought for me that hard when we first broke up, we would still be together. Heâs the one that pushed me away in the first place.â She felt Torvi stroke her back, an attempt at comforting her.Â
âI mean, maybe itâs true. Maybe Bjorn has changed and-- I donât know Y/N. Would you take him back?â Unbeknownst to the two women, Ubbe had begun walking toward them and could hear them chatting. Did she want his brother back? Would she run back to him after everything? He heard her laugh and saw her stand shaking her head.
âHe doesnât love me Torvi. Heâs obsessed. Obsession isnât love. Besides, even if it was love..â As she turned to face Torvi, she caught sight of Ubbe who waved in their direction, pretending to not have heard anything, âI found my happy ending. I have no plan on letting it goâ she mumbled the last sentence before walking over to Ubbe and planting a kiss on his cheek.
She couldnât hide forever, she knew that. If she ran into Bjorn then so be it. But she missed her friends at the stalls and so she went back and spoke with some, bought some things, caught up on everything happening in Kattegat. She had confided in one of her friends where she had been residing, a little hut outside of the city, and told her to come by some time for supper. Oh how she wished she hadnât told her. She didnât know it was going to come back and bite her in the ass. It was the middle of the afternoon, she was making dinner and heard pounding on the door. Thatâs weird, she thought, Ubbe has the key, he never knocks. She went to open the door and there stood Bjorn, eyes red and flowers in hand âBjorn. What..what are you doing here? How did you find me?â
âYour friend, Agatha told me.â He chuckled at the memory of earlier in the day when he had stopped by her stall and sweet talked her until she gave up any information she had. âCan we talk?â
Y/N nodded and moved aside, letting him come in. He pushed the flowers in her direction and she grabbed them with a small smile. âThank you Bjorn. You didnât have to.â He sat down at the table and looked around. âWhy are you here Bjorn?â she set the flowers down on the table and sat across from him.Â
âI love youâ he began and she scoffed, but he continued âI made a mistake, several mistakes. I see that now. Youâre the only thing on my mind Y/N. We are meant to be, why canât you see that? We always work out our problems, why is this time any different?â
She moved the hair from her face nervously and took a deep breath. âIâm with Ubbe now Bjorn and Iâm happy. Why canât you understand that? You and I? Weâre over and weâre not getting back together. You hurt me far too much. Did you think I would just wait around forever for you?â Without thinking he said yes and instantly regretted it as he saw the anger in her eyes. âOf course you did. Youâve never stopped to think about how I felt, what I sacrificed to be with you. Look,â she took another deep breath as she stood and walked closer to him âIâm happy now, with Ubbe. Will it last forever? I donât know, but I hope it does. I love him and youâre not going to change that.â
âThen Iâll waitâ he smiled, standing as well, his fingers softly caressing her cheek. âIâm a patient man Y/N. Iâll wait for you to realize that Ubbe isnât the man for you, Iâll wait for you to realize that I am who you are meant to grow old with. Because I love you.â She didnât know what to say. She knew this wasnât love, it couldnât be, but even if he did love her like he claimed, she had moved on and she was happy with her choice.Â
âBjorn youâre not listen--â She reached up for his hand and heard Ubbe walk in talking about something that had happened in the great hall today, but his smile quickly faded when he took in the scene before him. Bjorn smirked at him and Y/N moved away from Bjorn and toward Ubbe. She greeted him with a kiss to the cheek and Ubbe looked down at her. He trusted her, he did, but Bjorn just got under his skin.Â
âWhat is he doing here?â His jaw was clenched and the two brothers stared each other down intently. âYou joining us for dinner brother?â His arm wrapped around Y/N protectively and let his hand rest on her hip. Bjornâs eyes followed Ubbeâs hand and he felt the anger boil inside of him. How dare his brother touch what properly belonged to him?
âBjorn was just leaving,â she spoke up before things could get any more tense. The last thing she wanted to do was get between two brothers. They were family and they were acting far from it. Right on cue Bjorn let his shoulders drop and he smiled at her, asking her to walk him out. She nodded and left the comfort of Ubbeâs arms to follow Bjorn out.Â
Bjorn knew Ubbe was staring them down, so before walking out of the door he turned to say goodbye and he bent down to place a lingering kiss on her cheek âRemember, whenever youâre ready to accept fate, Iâll be waiting for you. He isnât right for you and you know it.â She tried to hush him and usher him out the door but he was intent on having the last word. âI know he canât satisfy you the way I canâ Another quick kiss to her other cheek, a bit too close to her lips for Ubbeâs comfort as he stormed forward and pushed his brother out the door before slamming it.Â
âWhat was he doing here?â He shouted, not at Y/N, he was just frustrated, and scared of losing her to his brother. The only other man she had ever been with, her first love. Y/N was still in a bit of shock at what had just happened. That had been everything she wanted when they broke up. For him to tell her he had made a mistake, that he wanted her and no one else, yet, she didnât feel the satisfaction she thought she would. Ubbe called her name, to get her attention and she shook her head and walked back to the food she was making before it burned.Â
âYou know why he was hereâ she sighed loudly. At least the food was fine. She moved to get plates, but Ubbe stopped her. He grabbed her hands and pulled her focus to him. âHe asked me to go back to himâ she shrugged, not really knowing what else to say.Â
âAnd are you?â
âAnd am I what Ubbe?â she looked at him confused, not sure exactly what he was asking her.
âAre you going back to him? Look I understand if you need time to think about it, I know how important he was to you.â He was trying to be okay with the situation, but she could hear the sorrow laced in his voice.Â
âYes, he wasâ she began and moved out of Ubbeâs grip. He flinched slightly as she pulled away, this was it. He was going to lose her. âWas, as in past tense.â He perked up slightly as she continued talking. âUbbe Lothbrok, son of Ragnar, I am not going anywhere. I love you and only you.â She saw a smile quickly replace the scowl on his face âBut if you let the food burn, I will leave youâ He chuckled and nodded, grabbing the plates for her.Â
âSo weâre okay?â he mumbled as he sat down at the table. She placed both plates down and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend from behind. Her lips found their way to his shoulder, neck and jaw as she hummed in agreement. âYou made my favoriteâ he observed, âand you smell of my favorite oils,â she giggled beside him and sat down to eat saying nothing âyouâre wearing the necklace my mother gave us for protection for if we decide to start a familyâŚâ She eyed him cautiously, waiting for him to put it together. âWait..are you..â She nodded quickly and she had never seen him move so quickly as he picked her up from her spot and twirled her before putting her down looking scared âOh gods, did I hurt you? Iâm sorryâ she laughed again and wrapped her arms around his neck.
âSo youâre happy?â she asked. She had been afraid to tell him, they had after all not been together for long.
âAre you kidding me? The gods have given us a child!â He exclaimed loudly, proud âI was worried you were going to leave me..â he admitted as he looked down at her features and she looked back at him shocked.
âLeave you? Why would I leave you? I love you Ubbe. Nothing can change that and now, weâre going to have a little one running around. Are you sure this is what you want? Because I wouldnât blame you if you werenât ready or if you needed time to think--â All her insecurities suddenly surfaced as she rambled, but they were forgotten when she felt his warm and rough lips on hers.
âIâm going to be a fatherâ he laughed again, still in disbelief. âI promise to always protect you, both of you. I canât wait to fill you with many more.â
Hi sweets!! Will there be a part 3 for A Proposal?đ
There will be I promise !
Iâve gotten some crazy writers block, what with being stuck in my apartment. Iâm hoping to write something by the end of this week ! But I do promise I will continue the series.
Thank you guys for being so patient đđđ
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