Author’s Notes | I decided to follow Hvitserk’s line in this kink because I think Ubbe would be more like “just to help his wife” for real. Hvitserk seems to be more the type to use the “helping my wife” excuse to feast from her breasts and satisfy his kinky needs.
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Wife! Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW1
Words | 1248
⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, breastfeeding kink. +18
It finally started.
After three years of constant breastfeeding, your first son Dir was finally stopping to ask for your breasts, exchanging the suckling moments for different meals and even sleeping without the last moment of the day.
You knew it would come and you were happy to see your little man growing up; but it was also painful for you since, without Dir's constant hunger to dry your breasts out, they were starting to be totally full at night, when he finally was suckling them before sleep.
But not this night.
Dir played for so long with his father and uncle Ubbe that he came back from the training camp totally exhausted. A bath and he was already sleeping when Hvitserk placed your son at his bed, covering your sleeping little one.
This way, without Dir to relieve your pain, you were trying a warm bath when Hvitserk came back into your marital room, seeing the painful expression in your face while you were washing your rounded breasts into the warm water.
"What is happening, wife?" he asked.
As always, his eyes were looking more at your breasts than at your face. But it was a habit since you got pregnant: Hvitserk couldn't deny his desire for the curves you earned with your pregnancy. And you could do nothing but thank Freya for blessing your body that way.
But your breasts were really hurting enough for the minimum movement of the water around them when Hvitserk got into the tub cause you to wince, hissing; worrying your husband even more.
"It's nothing serious, love." you answered "Dir didn't suckle on me today and my breasts are full. This is painful," you explained, noticing the way your husband seemed interested, coming near.
"So, you must have them dried for you to feel better, right?" he asked, more curious than the usual, causing you to giggle, already understanding the ideas in his mind. "What? I'm curious!"
"You wanna try, don't you?" you asked, with a joking smile in your face that caused him to feel uncomfortable, almost ashamed.
It wasn't your intention, but your reaction kinda pushed Hvitserk away and he got up, annoyed.
"I saw Ivar suckling on my mother until he was almost six. I was just curious. But let it go, keep taking your bath, I'll go to bed." he said, bothered.
Finishing his bath and leaving you behind.
You knew it wasn't something he would admit so easily: Sigurd until mocked on his brother for the suckling thing and he would never give his sassy brothers a reason to mock on him as well.
But the truth was his help would be a good thing for you and after all, what was the problem of trying something new in the intimacy of your room?
You dried yourself and laid by his side, naked, softly embracing his warm body. Your lips ran the crook of his neck in little kisses causing him to sigh, relaxing from the tension of the moment before you spoke in his ear with a smooth voice.
"Do you think you can help me, husband?"
Hvitserk slowly turned himself to you, insecure.
But your smile caused him to relax a little more, trusting you weren't joking with his fantasies.
"Would you be a good husband and help your sweet wife, Hvitserk?" you asked, inviting him into your arms and observing with desire when he licked his lips, excited.
"I think I can do it for you," he said, coming near "Just for help..." he justified, causing you to smile when he lowered his body at the bed, sliding down enough for his head to be in the right height.
His hands touched one of your breasts, causing you to whine as he tried to find the right position. But your whines soon became moans of pleasure and relief. Hvitserk's warm lips wrapped around your nipple and started suckling your milk, relieving your pain and provoking a delicious sensation that practically melted you in between your legs.
Your moans encouraged him and he gave up on his shame, embracing your waist with one hand, sliding the other to touch your pussy, leaving to you the task to hold your swollen breast for his mouth to feast hungrily.
His fingers started rubbing the bud between your folds, while his lips were provoking snapping sounds against your breasts.
You never felt so horny. The sensation of breastfeeding your hungry husband was inexplicable and you came easily, wetting his hand and throbbing around his fingers, causing him to unstick his lips from your breast to moan, in pleasure.
"Fuck... You're so hot, (Y/N)! So fucking wet! I never felt you so wet for me before. And your milk is so sweet..." he praised, licking his lips and sucking your juices from his fingers before sitting with his back against the headboard of your bed, pulling you to straddle his lap.
Your breasts in front of his face as he slowly sunk his hard cock into your wet entrance. Your walls still throbbing from the recent orgasm while he pulled your hips down, rolling his hardness into you deliciously.
"Give me more of your milk, my sweet (Y/N)," he asked, rocking his hips up into yours as he nuzzled his face eagerly in your bouncing breasts. "Feed me, I'm hungry of you, sweet wife," he praised, opening his mouth for you to softly land your other nipple in his anxious tongue.
Once again, his hungry lips wrapped around your hardened nipple, suckling rhythmically. Moans of pleasure and satisfaction in the back of his throat to each sip of your milk that filled his mouth while your wet pussy was tightly embracing his horny shaft.
Soon you felt your husband's hands gripping your hips tighter and his hips rocking harder against yours, slapping his pelvis against you. The tip of his hardened cock hitting your cervix multiple times, sliding through all your sweet spots in the way to the bottom of you, causing your moans to fill the room when you came around his hardness one more time before he filled your body with his seed. Your milk escaping through the corner of his lips he didn't take out of your breast not even to moan the pleasure of coming inside of your tight channel.
Even after both of you came, Hvitserk kept suckling your breasts one after another, alternating with his mouth from a nipple to the other, until you were totally relieved and there wasn't any more milk for him to suckle.
When it happened, he kept licking your nipples, passionately cleaning the traces of milk from your dried breasts, caressing your body with kisses before coming up to kiss your mouth.
"From this day on" he started, caressing your relaxed body over your bed, speaking with a satisfied tone "Whenever Dir doesn't want to suckle, I want you to come to me. And when Dir stop suckling, I will fill you with another child, so your breasts will always be full of this delicious milk for me to enjoy".
You giggled with your eyes closed, still feeling Hvitserk's mouth kissing your breasts when you prepared to sleep. Thinking about his idea to never let your milk dry.
"You're better than mead, wife" he praised, laying his head on your breasts to sleep, satisfied.
With a big boy like him suckling hungrily the way he was, for sure you would have milk for a long time.
Author’s Notes | It’s funny how some texts just gain their own life and start running out of what we were planning! Things became cutter than I thought! I hope you enjoy, dear anon.
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Wife! Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW1
Words | 4671
⁑ Warnings: ANGST, Romance, fluffy.
"She says it's a boy... Baldur. They named him Baldur."
You felt tears forming a line under your eyes, hearing your husband's conversation with his brothers at the table of the Hall. Hvitserk was talking about his younger brother's soon to come son Freydis had just discovered.
Torvi already had given Ubbe two sons. A boy and a girl. Even Blaeja was already heavily pregnant with Sigurd's child and there he was, your sweet husband, being mocked by his younger brothers passing him behind.
"Time to stop being idle, Hvitserk!"
You knew it wasn't his fault. How could it be?
Hvitserk wasn't idle as Sigurd was mocking him for being. Instead, he was full of fire and never missed his chances of fulfilling his tasks as a husband, but you, on the other hand...
Maybe Ivar was right and Margrethe was really taken by an evil spirit when she cursed you after Hvitserk chose you over his brother's ex-wife. Somehow, her words over you were working and now even his crippled brother everyone thought wasn't able to seed a woman was soon to be a father and your husband was still frozen in time.
You couldn't prevent your sobs to come, one of them stopping the conversation between the brothers, causing them to look in your direction.
"Y/N?"
You ran back to your room before Hvitserk could come near you, trying to hide your cry, sinking in the space between your bed and the dresser, holding your knees against your chest, almost converting into a little sobbing ball around yourself.
Why couldn't you give him children?
Why couldn't you just be worthy of his efforts?
Why were the gods closing your womb to his seed when even his younger brother was already passing him behind?
Hvitserk came into your room after leaving his brothers at the Hall, finding you that way, crying helplessly against the dresser, lowering himself to tenderly touch your face, lifting your eyes to his.
"What happened, my love? What is it that makes you cry this way? Come here..."
His hands softly taken you from the ground, placing you in bed by his side, caressing your face to wipe your tears that only fell in thicker lines.
He was such a good husband...
Hvitserk was such a good man, always by your side, always disposed to help you with anything, to make you smile, to care for you and wipe your tears.
And you were freezing his life, preventing him to fulfill such simple goals a man should achieve to conquer the other's respect. Causing him to be called idle by his younger brothers and mocked by the older ones for his seed was taken as weak.
All because of you!
"Stop!" you said, pushing his hands away from you, causing his face to frown without a clue of why were you pushing him away. "Stop being tender! Stop caring for me! Stop!!" you almost yelled this time, getting up, holding yourself and walking away from him and his confused expression.
"What did I do wrong, Y/N?" he asked, making you growl angrily between your sobs.
"Why can't you realize the truth in front of your eyes, Hvitserk?" you said, looking at him.
That expression in his face, mixing confusion and sadness, causing your stomach to turn into your belly. He couldn't see.
He simply couldn't see how toxic you were to his life.
"I want the divorce," you stated, changing his face to a surprised, even scared expression.
"W-what? Y/N... What happened? Love, please, why are you asking me this? Why did I..." he stumbled at the words, totally scared, coming near you, trying to touch you, hold you by your shoulders almost despaired.
So blind...
Your pretty sweet prince, so blind to his own fate.
You were his doom and he couldn't see how much you were destroying his chances to ever have a real family or realize his dreams to become a father.
You were his biggest mistake and he couldn't even see this.
"It's not you, Hvitserk. It was never you. It is me!" you yelled, trying to fight the tears and speak without being constantly cut by your sobs "I'm destroying you! I'm freezing you in time! I'm a burden in your life and nothing more than this!"
"What are you saying, Y/N?" he asked, sounding so hurt.
The shine in his eyes telling you he was about to pour his tears for someone who didn't deserve his most brief smiles in your vision.
You touched his face, caressing his cheek, causing his eyes to fill a little more. He would cry for you...
How could he love you that deeply?
"You're such a good man... So sweet, so loving. But your sweetness and your love aren't allowing you to see the truth in front of your eyes, Hvitserk. I'm pushing you down and holding your life back. I'm an anchor, preventing your boat to reach the sea. And you will end up docked forever unless you let me go." you said, feeling your heart torn into your chest.
He touched your hand, caressing it softly, wetting your thumb in his cheek when he lost the fight against tears and they poured from his eyes, wetting his words.
"Then I'll be docked, whatever it means in whatever you're trying to tell me. I don't care! I don't wanna lose you, Y/N!"
"No!" you insisted, agonizing with the fact he simply couldn't understand where you were trying to get "You can't! Hvitserk you can't be docked in life forever! Your brothers are far away from you now! Björn is not a reference because he's far older than you, but Ubbe... Ubbe is already the father of two. Sigurd will be a father soon and even Ivar's wife is already holding his baby! Now, look at me!" you pointed your flat belly, furiously touching your dress, pressing it in your hands, agonized "I'm empty! I'm dry, Hvitserk! Dry as a branch under the summer sun or a leaf in the autumn! I simply can't produce you any children and it's making you late! Your spring is going away without any seeds planted to the future! I'm... I'm a dry piece of land you should abandon to find another before is too late for your life to grow..." you broke down, sitting in bed, sobbing.
And his expression finally eased, understanding your agony, comprehensive when you wanted him to get angry, to hate you for pushing him behind his little brothers.
He sat by your side and passed his hand over your shoulders, pulling you towards his chest when you wanted him to accept your ask for the divorce and leave you for someone else who could give him a future.
There he was, being a good husband and a sweet companion once again, kissing the top of your head as you sobbed helplessly against his chest. He turned himself to you, embracing your shaking body against his, silently holding all your tears until your sobs were low and you could breathe again.
Then, his voice sounded low, so full of tenderness and the endless love he seemed to have for you.
"I'm not hurrying, Y/N," he said, and before you could say anything, he lifted your chin up for you to look at him "And I'm not late either. The gods will choose the time when they want you to bear my children as they chose the time to show me you were the one they wanted me to get married to".
"Hvitserk…" you insisted, but he touched your lips with his thumb, softly caressing your lower lip while looking tenderly into your eyes.
"I won't get another, Y/N," he stated, a little smile on his lips as his fingers kept the sweet caresses to your chin and lips "I won't leave you. I'll keep trying to make our dreams come true because I dream with you. I dream about you. And that was why I chose you and not Margrethe or any other women I could have: because my heart told me it was you. It is you, Y/N. I'll stay. I'll keep you by my side. And we'll try again and again, again and again, and one more time and how many times are necessary until the gods think I'm worthy of a son of yours. Because I don't want to be a father, Y/N. I want to be the father of your children. I want you to be the mother of any children I have. Because I love you, sweet Y/N. Put it in your mind," he said, touching your forehead with his index before touching it with his forehead "I love you. You and you only".
"Your brothers are mocking on you! And this is all my fault!" you mourned, feeling when he softly kissed your forehead and embraced you once again, supportive.
"My brothers mock on me the same way I do with them. We are brothers, my sweet wife, we mock on each other and I'm not like Ivar who doesn't understand this. Sigurd calls me idle, I call him lazy, we call Ivar a grumpy, Ubbe a rabbit and we keep telling Björn to take his dick out of his eyes and stop seeding every woman he sees. We are brothers, my love. That's what brothers do," he said, smiling.
Seeming not to be so touched by Sigurd's words that were so harsh to your ears.
However, there was still a heavy stone weighing into your heart.
"What if I never get pregnant, Hvitserk?" you said, genuinely afraid. "What if I'm not able to give you children?”
He sighed, caressing your hair, kissing the top of your head and cradling you softly.
"Then the gods shall find another way to give us children and my name descendants. Didn't Björn raise Guthrum? The gods will find their way."
It was clearly something he didn't want to think about. He would condemn his entire life because of you and if you weren't able to have children he yet would stay and kill his spring by your side. You couldn't let it happen with your beloved Hvitserk.
"I wanna see the Seer," you stated "I wanna see the Wise One and if he tells us I can't have children then you will take another wife. I may stay, if you want it so bad, Hvitserk, but you may take me a sister wife or a slave to bear you children of yours and I will not accept a negative answer!" you imposed when he sighed frowning those eyebrows in a way you knew he would question your decision "You're Hvitserk, son of Ragnar Lothbrok! Your seed is not weak and you're not idle! Enough of people thinking like this. Your children will see this world, through me… Or through another. It is decided".
Hvitserk wasn't happy with your decision, you knew. But you couldn't allow him to remain dry. It would hurt you to see him resting in another's arms, but you wouldn't deny him what he deserved. And maybe a sister wife wouldn't be so bad. It would be good to have some company while your husband was raiding with his brothers since you had no children to enlighten your life in his absence.
You straightened your dress and placed your cloak over your shoulders, seeing Hvitserk doing the same, a little bothered. And you two left the house towards the Seer's cabin where the strange figure you respected so much for your entire life was walking around the house, lighting some candles and herbs.
"Ancient one…" you said, taking a seat while Hvitserk remained standing by your side.
"Hvitserk, third son of Ragnar Lothbrok. And his wife, Y/N, the impatient one." He said, turning himself towards you and causing Hvitserk's frowned face to relax into a principle of smile "You came all the way here for something you already know. Or at least, with all the signs, you should have seen already".
The smile in died in the corner of Hvitserk's lips and you felt your throat closing.
Heavy tears poured from your eyes and you got up, running away from the tent before Hvitserk could hold you or prevent you to leave.
"Y/N!" he called.
But you didn't turn back, running towards the little beach you knew wasn't so far from there.
Hvitserk prepared to leave the tent when the laugh of the Ancient One reached his ears, causing him to look back at him, face frowning in an angry expression that only made the Seer laugh a little longer.
"Young fools. Your wife is blind. Will you be blind as well, son of Ragnar?" the ancient said, causing Hvitserk's face to contort in doubt and confusion.
If you were blind, then maybe, the answer you were seeing wasn't the real answer. But something was escaping Hvitserk's mind and it made the Seer smile in his direction.
"It would be easier if you were the mind, but you are the strength, the bravery, the guts. Ragnar Lothbrok can be seen through his sons and his mind is crippled, hungry prince. It is never that simple as we think it is… Never the easy way. But the signs are everywhere." He said, confusing Hvitserk a little more while coming back to his chores.
This was the reason why Hvitserk never liked to see the Wise One! He barely could understand the words that man was speaking!
"Why don't you tell me the answer? You're not helping me!" Hvitserk complained, annoyed.
And the Seer turned himself towards him one more time.
"Why should I talk about something that's already in your face, young prince? I am the blind man in this room and I already saw it in her tears when she made her way through my door. Your answers are in her. Now leave. I have nothing to tell you that she can't say by herself".
Even more confused than when he got into that tent, Hvitserk licked the hand the Seer extended towards him and left after you, knowing you would be near the sea.
You were always near the sea when you were sad or crying – something he had to admit: he didn't see too often. You were always a strong woman, sometimes even holding your tears in situations no one would condemn you for crying.
But there you were, sobbing like a child once again, this time in the sand of the beach, looking at the sea.
Hvitserk's mind making him think that in the last month, it wasn't the first time he was taking you in that beach. To be honest, it was already the fourth… Stopping to think, you weren't eating properly as well. And it happened since Blaeja commented she was thinking funny her baby was always more agitated when you were near her at the table.
"Maybe she's with child! People say children can feel each other…"
You cried a river that day and discretely started sitting away from Blaeja at the table to avoid her baby to be agitated because of you.
With your change of positions, he lost the attention, but looking back into his memories, you weren't really filling your plates the same way you used to, even rejecting the herb bread you loved so much – even he being sure and warranting you it wasn't tasting strange as you said not far from that day.
You were strange. It was a fact.
Hvitserk sat beside you at the sand, but didn't hug you as he was intending initially; instead, forcing his mind to work on that information somehow the Seer's words brought to the light in his thoughts.
"The signs are everywhere".
Was it what he was talking about? All these changes on your behavior? Since when did it start?
"Fuck", he cursed mentally. It would be so easier if he was Ivar with his brilliance! But even Ivar used to come out of the Seer's tent dizzy. Like he did when…
"That's it!" he exclaimed causing your crying face to look at him surprised. "The last raid! It started around a month after I came back from the last raid. You started rejecting your favorite herb bread, you said Freydis perfume was making you sick, you started sitting away from Blaeja last week and you're crying easier than never! And it started a month after I came back from the last…" his voice failed and he looked at you.
Your face was frowned, really dizzy with his aleatory words when he got up, extending his hand towards you.
"Come with me. I think I know what you need".
"Hvitserk," you tried, but he just extended his hand towards you a little more.
"Trust me!" he asked, helping you to lift yourself up when you accepted his hand and starting to walk towards the city.
His steps firm towards a place you stopped before coming into.
"No! I won't do it to myself!" you stated, seeing when Hvitserk's steps turned towards the midwife's tent. "Enough, Hvitserk! We tried the more we could! You heard the Seer: with all the signs, I should have seen it already! I can't have children, Hvitserk!"
"And what sign did you seen towards this answer, Y/N? Except for the fact that we tried a long time without a result, there is no other sign of anything! However, you're blind as he said! You can't see what's in front of your eyes and all the signs around you show me something only a midwife can confirm to me. So please, come into this tent with me, trust me one more time and if I'm wrong, if all the signs I saw are pointing the wrong place, we'll leave this tent to the slave market and you'll choose me a slave to bear my children as you said I should do. And I will never question you about this subject once again. But I need this answer. I need to see if I'm right. Please, only one more time, trust me, Y/N" he asked, holding both of your hands.
Bringing tears to your eyes once again when your heart clenched into your chest.
Visit a midwife's tent. A tent you, with your dry womb, would never be able to really visit for the right reasons. Almost a torture Hvitserk was asking you to go into, for him.
What wouldn't you do for him?
You followed his lead going into the tent with tears pouring down your face as Hvitserk conduced you to the bed of furs they had to their visitors to seat. And the midwife came, smiling at him.
"My prince…"
"Can you do me a favor? Tell me how is it possible to know if a woman is with child?" he asked, causing you to lower your head.
But even in face of your tears, the midwife smiled coming near you.
"There are some classical symptoms, my prince, like she'll probably feel sick and different, maybe depressed or too smiley, her skin and hair will become brighter and smoother" she explained, touching your hair for him to understand "She might feel hungrier or less hunger than she is usually and surely she'll stop bleeding."
"Anything else?" he insisted.
"Her belly may be firmer in the first months of her pregnancy, not so soft or smooth as it is usually," she said, giving you a wiper for your tears "Is everything ok, my princess?" she asked, worried.
But Hvitserk kneeled in front of you as you cleaned your tears and looked at your eyes.
"You're not dry, Y/N. You're with child!" he sentenced, causing the midwife to smile and you to look at him completely surprised with that affirmation.
"What?" you said "Are you insane, Hvitserk? Didn't you hear what the Seer said?"
"I did! He called you ‘impatient one'" Hvitserk started, trying to make your brain to work as his was working over all that information "And he said you were there for an answer you should already know with all the signs around you. All the signs, Y/N, not a single sign. When you left, he told me you're blind and asked me if I would be blind as well. He said my father can be seen through his sons and that I'm the guts and my father's mind is crippled. It, I know, means I'm the heir of father's ferocity in battle and his courage to face the things ahead, but Ivar inherited his mind and his ability to see things and think straight. It would be easier for me to see what I saw If I had Ivar's mind, so it took me a little more time to put the signs together, but as he said, the signs are everywhere, Y/N."
Hvitserk held your hands, continuing that strange speech that was starting to make sense in your head as well.
"The Seer told me he saw the answer in your tears when you came into his tent and also that my answer was in you, so I came all the way to that beach trying to see in you the answer to my questions. And there it is: in your tears, Y/N. You don't cry that much! You never cried that much but in the last month, this was the fourth time I went to that beach to find you crying, for many reasons. And to remember it, made me remember Blaeja's words about you and her baby becoming agitated in her belly when you came near her. You started seating away from her at the table, but I also noticed you're not eating properly. And you started refusing your favorite herb bread. There is nothing wrong with the bread!" he said.
"Is strange!" you insisted "someone must have changed the recipe! Is tasting like shit!"
"No," Hvitserk smiled "Is not, Y/N. You're feeling a different taste. So, as you're feeling sick with Freydis' perfume and you're the only one who can't stand be by her side when she's using it. My love, can't you see? The Seer told me he saw the answer in your tears... In your tears, Y/N! You never cried this much! You were never so emotional! It is clear as water, but..."
His eyes went to the midwife and she smiled again looking at you.
"May I?"
Her hand ready to exam your lower belly.
You looked at Hvitserk with tons of agony in your eyes. All the hope in his killing you inside.
If it went wrong, you would never be able to recover from the deception.
And with all the hope in his glare and on the smile he couldn't help himself from open, you knew neither would him.
He saw the fear in your eyes and caressed your face.
"I know. I know I may be betting everything and I know what we can lose, but Y/N... Look at me, look deeply into my eyes and tell me it doesn't make any sense for you. Tell me nothing I said makes any sense into your mind? Love... One last time... For us." he asked, fighting with his entire strength to keep what you two had with each other.
To keep the love and the marriage he never wanted to see broken.
How could you deny anything he wanted?
You laid down your head on his chest and nodded, giving permission for the midwife to touch your body, feeling when she started untying your cloth to expose your lower belly and softly touch it, making little careful pressures as if she could hurt anything in you with more of her strength.
With your face hidden in Hvitserk's neck, you felt her fingers touching and running your belly, making some few pressures until something different happened. She pressed a certain spot under your bellybutton and you felt your entire interior moving as if she was pressing a firm small ball swollen into your body.
She made it again, touching one of your sides and the strange ball moved to the opposite side she was pressing, making a small, almost invisible little mound in your skin.
"Lay down, please, my princess," she asked and Hvitserk helped you to lay down at the furs with your belly up for her to see.
But as soon as you laid, she smiled, touching your belly with both of her hands, surrounding that strange swollen volume in your belly and showing the area to Hvitserk's interested eyes.
"Can you see this little volume? Can you feel how firm it is, my princess?" she asked and you looked at her, not understanding what was that until the words came out of her mouth "It is too young yet, you shall care for yourself with great attention, my princess, for this is your inside, swollen with my prince's child".
Hvitserk's smile became wider than you never see and he laughed, getting up, celebrating.
"I told you! I told you, Y/N! The signs were everywhere!" he said, like a foolish boy, laughing off his own foolishness, causing the midwife to laugh when he went out of the tent, screaming to the whole Kattegat to hear.
"She's with child! I gonna have a child!"
The midwife helped you to close your dress and sit, smiling at your shocked expression.
"Is true, my princess." she said "I have no reason to lie. Your belly is full with prince Hvitserk's child" she affirmed once again and you looked at your belly so flat, so small, but firm into you with something you haven't noticed yet, but now, was so clear to your touch.
"You must be careful and tender when touching your belly now. And also, don't miss your meals. The baby will need everything he can for growing healthy into you" she continued explaining and you looked at her, confused.
"I thought I was supposed to... feel something... I... I can barely see..." you started and she giggled of your innocence.
"Some pregnant women come here with six or seven moons of pregnancy and nothing but a small hip, my lady. Your hips will change. Only forward there will be some belly for you to see."
Hvitserk came back into the tent, celebration sounds and his messy hair indicating everyone around was celebrating prince Hvitserk's news.
The smile in his face was never so beautiful and he kneeled in front of you when you got up, touching the little firmness in your belly with so much care.
"Welcome, my child," he mumbled, kissing your belly and getting up to cup your face and kiss you softly, touching his forehead against yours, passionately nuzzling his nose with yours. "Never lose hope, my love. And never ask me what you asked me once again. Never ask me to leave you for anyone else. For any reason. Because I love you, Y/N. With or without a child I would and I will always love you, my love. You made me a happy man, Y/N. As I always knew you would make".
He pulled you into a hug and then lifted you up to his arms, kissing you softly, nestling your body to his.
One of your hands softly landed over your belly, still absorbing how good was to feel your desires growing into you.
"We must make the sacrifices. For thanking Frey and Freya for finally listen to my prayers" you said, smiling.
Seeing Hvitserk nodding, happily taking you home in his arms with the men around patting his shoulders sometimes in the way to the Hall.
"And Sigurd shall have to find another way to mock you" you continued, causing him to laugh that way you loved so bad to see him laughing.
"He'll gonna have to come back to the 'gluttony' cause this prince here is not the idle anymore" he joked.
Bringing joy and relief to your heart.
After all, the Seer was right once again. You were impatient.
Author’s Notes | I couldn’t resist to Ragnar’s words. I swear I didn’t even try tried hahaha.
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Wife! Reader, Newborn Daughter
Info | Viking Age AU, Platonic love, requested by anon for 5CW1
¹Solvej – Old Norse name that means “From the house of strength”. (Source)
Words | 1606
⁑ Warnings: Emotional, fluffy.
Hvitserk was seated in the head of his dinner table when another scream filled the room, coming from his bedroom not far from his seat; causing him to shiver, filling his cup with more mead and swallowing the entire cup in a single gulp.
His eldest son Dir came near, touching his shoulder, not so worried as his younger brother Askold who was nervously sitting at the couch, near the fire with the youngest one, Uln, sleeping on his lap. Dir became worried when Askold came. And not so worried about Uln. But after his brothers, he was already used to your screams while bringing another life into this world. However, his father seemed unable to get used to that situation, always trembling, trying to soothe the nervousness and anxiety with the mead.
"It's fine, fadir. She did it before, remember?" Dir smiled, pressing Hvitserk's shoulder, causing him to raise his eyes towards his older boy who smiled at him. "She's strong. Mother is strong, fadir. She's blessed by the gods. Soon everything will be fine and we'll have a new brother." he said, trying to tranquilize Hvitserk's heart, hammering into his chest.
Another scream and Hvitserk growled, getting up from his table, rubbing his hands against his sweaty face, trying to get some fresh air from the opened window.
Dir giggled. It was kinda funny to see such a great warrior, descendant from Odin, a son of Ragnar, trembling like a green stick, sweating like facing the heat of midday's sun in the middle of the night.
But it was always like that for Hvitserk's heart. Always like hearing you giving birth for the first time.
He knew you were strong. He knew the gods had blessed your womb and your hips were perfect to give birth. His sons were strong children and Dir was growing into a strong man already. And since your first time, you never gave birth to a stillborn or lost a pregnancy
But he just couldn't abandon the concern. His heart was always full of anxiety and even a little bit of fear. Your screams were so loud and intense that wouldn't be hard for him to say you were being butchered into that room.
A louder and longer scream and everything became silent. Even Dir's so secure gaze was disturbed by the absence of a cry after your last scream.
This wasn't common. Usually, there was a loud scream and then, one of his brothers would scream after you, complaining the expulsion of your warm insides into this cold world until the midwife finished cleaning the baby to call his father for the rites. But this time, no cry came.
"Fadir?" Dir asked, confused.
Was something wrong with you? Or his new brother?
Hvitserk's heart was sunk in his chest, drowned in fear. His eyes were oscillating from Dir's confused expression to the door of your marital bedroom where the midwives were caring for your labor. None came to call him for the rites yet.
What was wrong?
His instinct caused him to place his cup over the table, walking with heavy steps towards the door. Dir was ready to prevent him to invade that room when one of the midwives came out, sweaty and sighing.
"Where is my son? What's wrong with my wife? Why did you take so long to come out? Why can't I hear my son crying?? What's happening, woman? Speak, for the love of the gods!" Hvitserk started shooting questions towards the midwife causing her some dizziness before she could organize her thoughts and stop him.
"My prince... Prince Hvitserk, calm down! For Freya, your highness, calm your heart. I came to call you, there is nothing wrong with your child. We just took a little longer because it was beautiful to see how the baby was born sleeping. This is why there wasn't a cry. She was born so peacefully that she didn't even wake up until we gave her into your wife's arms" the midwife smiled, admired "Such a sweet scene when she stretched herself. Your daughter has a beautiful pout that will surely melt your heart, my prince".
"My... Daughter?" Hvitserk said, surprised.
Looking to Dir who was already smiling with Askold and a sleepy Uln by his side, scratching his eye, curious.
"Do I have a sister?" Dir asked, now looking like his father, shooting asks towards his father as he did to the midwife. "Did mother gave birth to a little girl? Is the baby a girl?"
"Yes, little prince," the midwife giggled at the similarity between father and son, "Your mother gave birth to a beautiful little girl," she completed, looking at Hvitserk, "You have a daughter, my prince. Come inside... She's waiting for you".
Hvitserk never understood his father's words about daughters when he was talking about his sister Gyda. He never understood how could a girl be different and all this stuff about light.
At least, until his eyes found you at his bed, holding a little white package in your hands.
He cut the cord, biting it and rolling the remaining piece as he did to all your other sons. Coming near when you softly extended him that little moving package.
His eyes reached that little thing in his hands, and everything made sense in his heart. Every single word of his father about girls being the light of their father's lives...
Everything was right.
He never felt so enlightened.
So inspired.
Of course, there was tons of love and happiness with each one of his boys!
But she was different.
She was so delicate... She was so beautiful, so sweet.
Her little hand extended towards his beard, touching the chin so bigger than her fingers and Hvitserk felt his eyes full of tears...
"My little princess..." he mumbled, giggling to avoid the sobs.
"I named her Solvej¹ Hvitserksdottir." you said smiling at him "For she came from the strong house of Ragnar Lothbrok, from the strong blood of his son."
Hvitserk smiled openly, looking at her once again. His fingers so delicately touching the baby's face, smiling when she frowned at the touch, discovering the sensation of being touched by her father for the first time.
"Solvej... My daughter. First of your kind, the first woman between the children with which the gods had decided to bless me through your mother. I receive you from the gods with pride, with love..." you heard him starting the traditional blessings.
But this time, even you could see there was such emotion in his words, reflecting in his tears of pure joy and admiration, that you couldn't deny that little girl touched his heart directly.
"I swear, under their mighty eyes, I'll treat you good, I'll teach you well, I'll protect you with my sword, my shield, my life. I ask them to bless me with the necessary strength to fight for you, but also, to mold me sweet and kind enough to deal with you, to properly raise you as I have been doing my best with your brothers. For I know I can raise good warriors, good men. But I feel now my dear father was right. Your brothers are metal; for them, I'm the forge. But you're precious stone, you're delicate flower... You're light. You see..." he stopped for a second, smiling at his little girl.
Caressing her little face with his fingers, noticing how peaceful she was, looking at him with her beautiful eyes, just like yours. She looked like you more than like him and even this, Hvitserk's eyes found beautiful.
His smile became bigger. His father's words finally making all the sense Ragnar always wanted to show with the same words that were now escaping through his lips, softly.
"They say a man can love his sons more, but... A man can be jealous of his sons, and his daughter can always be the light in his life."
Hvitserk said, smiling bigger.
Was his father happy to see him from Valhalla now; finally understanding something so beautiful he always said?
"May the gods increase my wisdom so I can always preserve this light you came to be. May I be able to make it stronger and guide you through the path of our ancestors and make them proud of you as I am sure they are of me and your mother right now." Hvitserk said, kissing his little one's forehead "Welcome, my sweet Solvej. May the gods bless and be with you, my child".
You had tears in your eyes when he finished.
After all this time, you never thought Hvitserk could surprise you with such beautiful words to your child.
He came near, caressing your face and softly placing Solvej in your arms before holding both of you in his embrace, touching his forehead with yours and kissing your lips, softly and slowly.
"You made me a happy man one more time. But more than that, you made me complete. There is nothing in this life I didn't conquer. Anything that wasn't mine. I conquered lands, I defeated my enemies, I married a blessed woman who gave me sons and a daughter. I'm complete. I'm full. And even then, I'm ready for more. I love you, my sweet Y/N. I thank the gods for blessing me with you."
You smiled, kissing him once again.
Your family was complete and even knowing Hvitserk wouldn't stop and soon you would be full of his seed once again, you were realized.
He was right: there wasn't a goal the two of you didn't fulfill.
And that happiness in your husband's smile was priceless.
Author’s Notes | Sweet request! I hope you like!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Ubbe’s Best Friend! Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW1
Words | 2528
⁑ Warnings: Fluffy, romance.
The feared Ragnarssons, for you, were nothing but a bunch of brats you loved more than you could measure.
A little bit younger than Sigurd - months, to be precise - you were almost raised between them, always finding ways to spoil Hvitserk's and Ubbe's dates for fun.
You knew they had approached you because of your two older sisters, but after you spoiled their chances - by telling your younger sister that Hvitserk never washed his mouth after eating and to your older sister Ubbe liked to sneak into barns with the girls and should smell like hay - they ended up becoming your friends.
To be honest, it was fun to remember how you were constantly charged with the fact Ubbe invented you owed Hvitserk a kiss.
"Since you stole my brother's chances with your sister, you owe him a kiss, Y/N. That's more than fair, knowing he would have pretty more than just one kiss if it wasn't for your big mouth!"
A debt you wouldn't be annoyed of paying with interest and correction now...
Hvitserk grew into such a beautiful man... Still a glutton, but absolutely gorgeous and attractive and...
"Where is your mind, sweet Y/N? Your eyes are so lost…" Ubbe's voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked away from him, trying to prevent Ubbe to notice what you were hiding from your best friend for so long.
But due to his giggle, it was easy to see you failed miserably. As always…
"How long will you wait for paying Hvitserk your debt, Y/N? You still owe my brother a kiss. And it seems it won't be a problem now, will it?" he asked, almost mockingly, earning a punch of yours in his shoulder.
"Stop it, Ubba!" you said his name wrong, just to tease him "I owe him nothing and who told you I was thinking about Hvitserk?
" you tried to disguise "I was just looking away, thinking about life".
"Ah..." Ubbe mourned, looking at you in a strange way "What a pity." he commented, attracting your attention.
You knew his eyes more than anything and you knew through them he was doing it on purpose just to make your heart hammer into your chest.
He knew your feelings for his younger brother were long old and there he was, trying to convince you again to confess the secret of your heart.
"Why are you saying that Ubbe?" you asked, confused by the strange tone of his voice.
"Didn't you hear? My brother will leave with Björn to the Mediterranean raid. They're leaving tomorrow morning."
It sounded like an arrow through your heart.
Your sweet hungry prince... The one you hid you loved for all this time, all these years...
He was leaving in a raid, towards the dangers of new lands from where he could never come back.
He was leaving unwarned about the feelings you were never brave enough to confess.
"What's wrong, Y/N? Is there something you wanna tell him before he goes?" Ubbe teased you, sassily.
But you looked at him with fear in his eyes, causing him to cut the sassiness and stop the teasing, instantly becoming supportive.
"I don't know how to tell him the truth... I'm no princess, Ubbe. Neither am I a shieldmaiden. You guys are sons of the great Ragnar Lothbrok. You must marry the best women of our generation and I'm far from being one of these." you said, and Ubbe sighed.
"Did you ever stop to think how much weight you people put over our shoulders?" he started, confusing your expression before he could start explaining. "Oh, we are the sons of the great Ragnar Lothbrok! We must be great warriors, become great kings, marry great women, become legends like our father... Y/N, you know us better than that. What if one of us only wants to settle down and be a farmer?"
"This one is not Hvitserk, for sure!" You stated, looking at Ubbe "Hvitserk wants to be great. He wants to make his fame and surely he wants a glorious shieldmaiden to bear his children..." you mourned.
Not hiding your heart from your best friend anymore.
"What Hvitserk wants, you can give him." Ubbe said, looking at you "He wants to be loved, Y/N. More than glory and fame, Hvitserk wants a wife who will lovingly wait for him to return. He wants a woman in which he can trust. A woman that won't do with his children what mother did to us." he sighed "Hvitserk wants love. And you have love to give him. He's at the docks. My suggestion is for you to go up, walk there, and tell my brother about your heart before it's too late."
You couldn't deny he was right.
You knew people could paint them as gods and sometimes they would exaggerate things, but you knew Ubbe and his brothers better than anyone else and you knew they weren't what people wanted to believe they were.
"Go there," Ubbe insisted. And so, you gave up and got up. "Yes..." he smiled bigger "Go there and tell my brother what you feel. I warrant you'll get a surprise".
"What if you're wrong, Ubbe?" you asked, scared "What if he laughs at me or... Or reject me... We would never be friends anymore. I don't wanna lose him, Ubbe," you said, confessing your major fear about your feelings towards Hvitserk.
You never wanted him to become distant and your friendship to be broken because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.
However, Ubbe touched your shoulders with a smile and you could read in his eyes there was something more. Something he knew that was making him so sure of the words he had for you.
"I know my brother, Y/N. He may be sassy and playful, but Hvitserk would never hurt you. Come. I'll take you to the docks. Trust me, tell him. I promise you won't regret it".
His smile caused you to feel your chest warm and you accepted his hand extended towards you, following Ubbe towards the docks.
There, the young prince was into one of Björn's boats, helping the men to set up the sails and cords, checking details.
Your heart clenched inside your chest one more time: he was really going. It wasn't Ubbe's games or anything like this.
You searched into Ubbe's eyes for some security, receiving a tender smile when his hand touched your shoulder, softly pushing you forward.
"Go there..." he insisted.
You walked that dock as if you were walking the last line before an abyss, about to fall towards the unknown.
Hvitserk's eyes caught you coming and you saw that bright smile in his face you loved so badly, opening wide when he jumped boat, coming towards you.
"Y/N! Good to see you!" he said, so proud.
He seemed to be so excited about the raid to come.
But you tried to focus on what you came to do, looking towards Ubbe who nodded, trying to encourage you to talk.
You looked back at Hvitserk, who was now looking at you curious about your expression and the exchange of glares between you and his brother.
"What?" he asked, looking towards Ubbe and then, at you again, seeming confused.
"Is it true you're leaving with Björn towards the Mediterranean?" you tried to start from somewhere and the smile opened wide in his face once again.
"Yes. We'll go for new lands and that map he found in Paris. I'm so excited! It will be awesome to know new places and..." you lost the trace of his words, even your eyes were still observing his gestures and smiles, showing the boats, talking about the travel as if it wasn't suffocating you to think he was leaving towards the unknown, risking to vanish forever like so many other men already did, swallowed by Rán's waves or sent straight to Valhalla for the battles they would certainly find in their ways to the new places Björn wanted so fervently to discover.
What words could you say to make that smile smaller in his face?
How could you dare ask him to stay when he was so happy about the departure?
How could you tell him the secrets of your heart when your mouth was silent and your mind empty of sentences that could make him understand?
Without thinking, you cupped Hvitserk's face, cutting his sentence in the middle when he looked at you, surprised with your gesture.
But surprised, even more, when your lips mashed against his in a kiss he wasn't expecting to receive.
You closed your eyes, knowing into your heart he would push you away. Waiting for him to react against your approaching.
However, it wasn't what you felt.
Soon the surprise in his face gave place to closed eyes and he answered your kiss, deepening the contact. His hands embraced your waist, bringing your body closer to his warmth, against his chest, involving you completely in his scent.
You melted in his hands and he made the kiss even deeper, exploring your mouth, long enjoying a moment you never thought would ever happen between the two of you.
When the need for air forced you to separate, he made it slow, parting his lips from yours in sweet pecks, keeping his face closer to yours when he opened his eyes to look into yours, searching for answers.
You swallowed dry.
Now, it couldn't be denied.
"I owe you nothing... My debt is paid and... You cannot charge me kisses anymore," you tried to make a joke, but Hvitserk's fingers slid through the side of your face, straightening your hair to the back of your ear, softly nuzzling his nose against yours.
"Is that it?" he said, looking at you, "Was it only the payment for your debt, Y/N? Because I felt something more... It wasn't just a kiss... Tell me. Let me hear it..." he asked.
His eyes deeply into yours as your breaths were shocking whenever your voices sounded so low, like secrets to each other.
"I love you," you confessed, trying to make it quickly, sounding low.
Almost a whisper that made Hvitserk's lips curve in a beautiful smile.
He touched your forehead with his, caressing your face in his hands, sliding his thumbs in your cheeks, giggling.
"My brother told you, didn't him?" he asked, causing your face to contort in a confused expression.
"What?" you asked back, and Hvitserk looked at you.
"He told you about my heart. I'm sure... Ubbe can't keep his mouth shut. But I'm glad he did it... I would never be brave enough to confess you my heart... To tell you how much I wanted to feel you this way, sweet Y/N."
His words surprising you more than anything in the world: Hvitserk was... In love with you?
He continued, causing you to feel even more surprised while his thumbs were caressing your cheeks and his words warming your heart.
"I always thought you would reject me, knowing how many women I had in my bed. But you're not like them, Y/N, you were never like them and maybe this is why I never tried to touch or have you before. You're special... I don't want to take you to my bed. I want you to be my wife."
Your eyes became wide and you looked at him completely surprised.
You couldn't avoid looking back at a smiling Ubbe who was coming near the two of you through the dock.
"So, he finally told you?" Ubbe asked, receiving a gaze from his brother.
"You gossiper," Hvitserk said, embracing your waist.
"What? Me? Oh, no, no, I didn't tell her anything about you, brother," Ubbe said, causing Hvitserk to look at you surprised this time.
"It's true, Hvitserk... Ubbe just told me you're leaving tomorrow and encouraged me to come and tell you about my heart... Because he knew I loved you as well. But he didn't tell me you were... In love... With me, I... I didn't know" you confessed, blushed and red as a rose.
"Tomorrow?" Hvitserk asked, looking at Ubbe who shrugged.
"I might have mistaken the dates... Quite a little..." Ubbe said, with a playful smile in his face, surprising you when Hvitserk revealed the truth.
"Around a month? We'll leave in a month, Ubbe! You fucking bastard!" Hvitserk giggled, pushing his brother's shoulder, causing you to look at Ubbe surprised.
"You lied to me!" you accused, pushing him as well and Ubbe smiled at both of you.
"Oh, for the gods' sake! You were drooling over him for years, and Hvitserk was talking about you all the time, about how much he wanted to be brave enough to ask you to marry him before he could leave with Björn, how happy he would be if he could be with you. Well... I just provided what both of you wanted, now, you may start thanking me for asking the blacksmith to forge you a pair of alliances..." Ubbe said, causing you to sigh surprised.
But Hvitserk, instead, smiled tenderly.
"Give them to the priestess, to give my bride a way to her future husband in the next weekend, when I'll make sweet Y/N my dear wife," he said, causing you to look with large eyes towards him.
"Are you... The two of you... You can't be... The next weekend?" you stammered, causing Ubbe to giggle and Hvitserk to smile, caressing your chin.
"Yes. The next weekend. And yes, I'm serious, sweet Y/N. I want you to marry me the next weekend and so, we'll have three weeks to enjoy ourselves and maybe, when I come back from the Mediterranean Sea, the gods will have blessed your womb to gift me with a child." he said, caressing your belly before cupping your face once again. "I couldn't want anything else. Please, tell me you'll be my wife."
Any other woman would say it was too quick.
But you knew Hvitserk for years. Your sisters were married for arrangements with Earls loyal to Kattegat's crown, knowing their husbands one week before marrying them...
You were lucky.
You would marry your prince for love.
You knew him for a lifetime.
And there wasn't any other man you wanted to seed you with child and build a family by your side but your sweet Hvitserk.
"I do. I'll be your wife, Hvitserk. I'll marry you and give you children. And live by your side until the end of my days." you said softly, seeing that bright smile opening wide in his lips once again before he kissed you long and deep.
Passionately.
"You should name your first son after me," Ubbe joked when your lips parted from Hvitserk's, causing your groom to giggle. "What? After all, I was responsible for him to come into this world, wasn't I?"
"Oh, of course, Ubbe. I should name him Ubbe indeed," Hvitserk winked at you before completing the joke, causing Ubbe to hit his shoulder with a playful punch "Ubbe, the gossiper!"
You smiled, happily seeing them both playing with each other.
Author’s Notes | I hope you like this one, babe girl! I love you, sweet Queen!
Info | Requested by @queen-see-ya-in-valhalla for 5CW1
⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, +18
Worse days of the month.
You were moody.
Swollen.
Annoyed.
And Hvitserk was seeming bored and bothered, which was only contributing to your terrible humor.
He left bed earlier, of course.
Who would want to be near you these days?
You felt bigger
Uncomfortable
Disgusting.
And for the sound of water in the bathtub, Hvitserk was thinking the same
He would wash from your scent and leave, for sure to find another to warm his bed while you couldn't.
You felt tears in your eyes
You were about to cry when he came from the tub.
"Come here, princess".
You looked at him confused.
But followed him anyway to find a bath prepared for two
Some herbs
The candles were lit.
He softly placed your body in the water
Warm water - "To avoid the cramps, the healer told me"
He searched for a healer for you?
"It must make you feel better, my love"
His body landed near yours into the bath.
So, he wasn't disgusted of your blood everywhere?
"Why would I be? The only thing I dislike about this time of the month is that I can't lick you the way I like. But it worth the price..."
His fingers softly touched your body, causing shivers
"Because you're oversensitive..."
You moaned surprised when he moved his fingers towards your womanhood, rubbing it, ignoring your flood
"And you become warmer, softer."
"That's because I'm bloated" you mourned.
But instead of following your grieve, Hvitserk slowly pulled you to straddle his lap into the water and smiled
"It just makes your walls smoother for me, my princess. Smoother and warmer"
His voice preceded his fingers stretching you softly
His fingers preceded his hard and thick cock invading your swollen walls, tighter than the normal
"Easy to find your sweet spots"
Your moans filled the room
His movements slow
His rhythm making better your pain and bad sensations.
His hands controlling your pace
Soon you could feel the bad sensations giving place to the pleasure
You cried his name and he smiled, increasing his pace into you a little more
He came faster
You were curious now
"These times you're too delicious for me to handle for too long. But don't worry. I'll ask the slaves for more warm water and so... You won't escape me today, dear wife."
Your insecurities were so foolish
And while you were thinking about ways and reasons why Hvitserk could leave you
He was thinking and finding ways to enjoy your body whenever he wants.
Author’s Notes | I hope you like, babe! It was made with my most sincere sweetness! Love you!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Ivar’s Best Friend! Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @ivarswickedqueen for 5CW1
Words | 3700
⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, romance, some fluffy. +18
You never thought things would end up with you on that table, Hvitserk drinking by your side, a horn full of mead in your hand, and the world crumbling around the two of you. Your beloved Ivar speaking foolishness on the other side of that wooden surface as if that table was the boundary between the Æsir and the mere mortals' side of the world - your side, by the way.
"Can't you see that Freydis now looks more like Freya, the goddess of fertility?" he said.
Mouth full of pride as much as when he called "divine" the child inside that swollen balloon his woman became.
"No?" Ivar asked.
And Hvitserk slid his eyes from him to the balloon sitting between the slaves, dressed in a strange white dress you would never dress no matter how pregnant you were!
"No. I see," Ivar sighed, disappointed, pouring more mead for his brother to drink. "It seems to me that you are conflicted, Hvitserk. You jumped ship to be with me because..."
Everything in Ivar's voice would sound the same into your ears: "Blah blah blah I'm a god blah blah blah my wife is an insane bitch who's clearly manipulating me blah blah blah it is clear as a crystal lake in the midday sun blah blah blah somehow I became entirely stupid blah blah and more blah!"
You weren't even listening to his bullshit anymore. Ivar changed so much since York that you were really regretful of your choice of coming back to Kattegat for some news about your friends.
"What?" Ivar's voice became loud enough to call your attention again. "You're talking rubbish! You know, I've often wondered whether you weren't a little crazy."
"I'm crazy?"
Hvitserk was crazy? You almost laughed.
But Ivar was quicker in going too far for what you could accept from him.
"Just like Margrethe. You know what happened to her."
You glared at Ivar with clear anger in your eyes, causing him to twitch his lips, getting up and leaving the table.
Since you came back, it wasn't the first time Ivar was mistreating Hvitserk that way. Talking about Margrethe - such a recent wound into your friend's heart - was pretty cruel.
Even coming from Ivar.
You never understood what Hvitserk, Ubbe, and Sigurd saw in that slave girl, but you never wished her such a horrible death. Not even envying her for so long for having something you wanted so bad...
Hvitserk's heart.
From your arrival, you were seeing Hvitserk drunk all the time because of Margrethe's end and the broken heart she left in his chest. You wanted to fix it so bad, but you would never be strong enough to confess your feelings for him. Even less now, with Ivar being such an asshole like that.
Nevertheless, your weakness never prevented you from trying to make Hvitserk feel better.
"Let's go to the Hall," you said, getting up with your cup. "Leave the couple and their 'divine child' alone", you completed, debauched.
Rolling your eyes at Hvitserk as he took his cup, both of you leaving Ivar's chamber to go into the Main Hall, sitting on the central table you and him divided so many times with Ubbe, Sigurd, and even Ivar in his golden times.
You ordered the slaves one more amphora of mead and sat beside Hvitserk, seeing his eyes over a small statue of a fat man in his hands.
"Abandoning our gods?" you asked.
Hvitserk placed the small statue on the table where you could see the details of the fat man. It was a cute statue, well-done sculpted, with a beautiful smile on its face but meaningless to you.
"This is no god. This is Buddha," Hvitserk said.
Causing your forehead to gain some big wrinkles in a frown that made it clear you didn't understand a word.
At least, your big frown made Hvitserk smile. It was a good beginning!
"There is too much about him I'm still learning, so I cannot teach you properly about Buddha and his ways. But when I learn some more, then I can explain it to you. Don't worry, I'm not leaving anything. I'm just searching for some peace."
Your sweet Hvitserk was so tired...
You took a sip from your mead, sighing tiredly as well; feeling the drink going down your throat warming you inside.
You took a sip of your mead, sighing tiredly as well. The drink went down through your throat, warming you inside.
"He changed too much," you started.
Catching Hvitserk's eyes when you clearly started speaking about his little deluded brother.
"I can't recognize my best friend anymore! This woman, this Freydis... She's changing him!" you grunted.
"Not that much," Hvitserk answered, causing you to raise your eyes to look at him between your sips. "Ivar was always a selfish megalomaniac. She just fed it on him."
"It makes sense," you admitted.
One more sip and you could feel your body a little lighter.
Whether Kattegat's mead was stronger or you had lost your habit of drinking it, but even feeling lighter, you took one more sip in, refilling your cup. The idea was numbing your feelings and that intense desire you had to punch Freydis' face.
And Ivar's as well.
"The truth is: he's being a cunt!" you started speaking too much, drinking some more.
Finally getting a giggle from Hvitserk, who pointed at you.
"You're drunk," he affirmed, smiling bigger.
His words burning the anger inside your stomach when you looked at him fiercely.
"I'm not drunk! I'm speaking the truth!" you complained, finishing your horn with a single sip this time.
Refilling it again. Fuck it!
"I don't have to be drunk to speak the truth here: Ivar is being a cunt! And I doubt that child is really his!"
"Not so loud!" Hvitserk warned.
"I don't care if I'm speaking loud either!" you spat, looking at him. "I'm tired of hiding what I think! Freydis is fucking eating his mind! Ivar is insane! He's acting like an idiot, and I can't handle the way he's treating you anymore! You were always my favorite son of Ragnar, and now I can barely see your smile!
Hvitserk frowned, looking at you with a disbelieving expression.
"Wait, what?"
Hvitserk frowned. Disbelief stamped on his face.
You could lightly feel the effects of the mead in your body. Yet, you continued, carelessly.
"You've heard me! I always loved the way you used to smile at anyone's jokes on this table! You had the most beautiful smile of Miðgarð, so easy to get! Now, since I came back, I barely see you smiling! Instead, your beautiful lips are always full of mead, kissing cups, and drinking more than you can handle! All because of that slave you lost. I never understood what you saw in that woman, Margrethe!"
Hvitserk stopped trying to stop you, listening attentively to what you were saying. Somehow the mead was making you pour your heart out through your mouth, surprising him with your deepest secrets.
Damn mead! Oh, you would regret those words tomorrow...
"I always wanted to be her," you confessed, lowering your head. "Just to have the chance to kiss your lips."
That was an unexpected slap on Hvitserk's face.
"What are you saying, Y/N? You never..." he started, but you cut him with your eyes straight into his.
You were slightly drunk now, yet pretty conscious of what you were saying.
"I never had the chance, Hvitserk. Nor the courage. We were friends for too long, but I always felt like this. I always wanted to have the chance to taste your lips she had so easily, so hers. Now she's gone, and Ivar makes you feel so bad that I can't find a way into your life! It's even harder to reach you... And I wanted it so bad..."
Hvitserk remained looking at you for a while. The shock prevented him from doing more than absorbing all the information he had just received.
You liked him. Like forever...
And he was always there, having fun, kissing Margrethe in front of you, completely unwarned of the fact it was tearing your heart into pieces!
It was right in front of his eyes, and he'd never realized.
"Are you saying you like me, Y/N?"
He had to know.
But his direct question showed you how far you’d gone.
Shit. You talked too much, and your face turned blatant red when you realized it.
"Forget it," you said, getting up, trying to flee from that embarrassing situation. "I just said too much. I'm probably drunk. It's better if I..."
Hvitserk's touch stopped you when he held your hand, sending shivers down your spine with that simple touch. Those green eyes you loved so bad, now so curious into yours, trying to find answers you didn't want to give so easily.
"Do you like me, Y/N?"
This time you had no way to escape his direct question. His eyes looked like trying to drag the answer out of your very soul.
Hvitserk deserved to know. At least, it could be a drop of light in the darkness he was so quickly diving in.
You turned to face him, and he got up, standing in front of you, towering taller than you that way you liked so much in him.
"Please tell me the truth," he asked.
Maybe insecure.
Or anxious.
Maybe feeling guilty for all the times he'd almost laid Margrethe on the dinner table where you and his brothers were sharing the feasts and mead.
It was possible that he only wanted to know the truth so he could apologize. You sighed, disappointed by the idea, but even then, you took courage from the warm sensation of the mead inside your body and faced his eyes, full of yourself.
"Yes," you finally said.
Noticing his eyes becoming wider on yours.
"I do. I like you, Hvitserk. I always did. Since we were children and you had that almost ocher hair. And we used to sneak together into the kitchen after more cookies than your mother would let us have. Yes, Hvitserk, I like you. I love the way the ocher color in your hair became honey-blonde; the way your mustache became a beautiful frame to the smile I always loved to see open. It hurts me to see you so depressed, and I hate Margrethe for stealing your love from me. But, gods, I would do anything to bring her back just to see you smiling once again. I like you, Hvitserk, longer than I can remember. I think you were my first childish love, and now I feel stupid for still loving you after so much time. Can you please just say something and stop staring at me? Shit! I must be as red as a tomato!" you complained, trying to look away from him.
Your shyness not allowing you to see the loving smile that formed on Hvitserk's lips until his hand embraced your waist softly, causing you to sigh, surprised. His free hand touched your face caressing your jawline. His fingers were warm and the warmth spread through your skin, stopping your breath for a second.
"Hvitserk, you don't have to..." you started, but it was his time to cut you, landing his thumb upon your lips, getting your mouth shut, softly drawing your lower lip with his thick finger.
"Shh," he said, smiling. "You grew into a beautiful woman, Y/N. But you still speak too much when you're drunk," he joked.
His smile became bigger.
"I like it. I always did. But here... Let me teach you something better to do with our mouths now."
Hvitserk's body leaned towards you, touching his lips on yours without giving you a single second to think. Your lips mashed together in a slow and deep kiss, tight and warm. The hand he had on your waist pulled your body against him as the other slid to your nape, keeping you firmly into his grip. How many times did you see Hvitserk holding Margrethe like that?
How many times did you dream about feeling that? About being in her place?
Now you could understand the reason why the girls just melted in his hands: Hvitserk had such a good kiss, such a skilled mouth! His tongue exploring your mouth; your entire body embraced by his, immersed in his warmth.
You couldn't do anything but softly moaning against his lips, enjoying the taste of his kiss.
How long since the last time a man touched you like that?
Were you ever touched like that by any man?
You threw your arms around his neck, and Hvitserk started conducting your steps back until your butt touched the dinner table. His hands then lifted your legs to embrace his hips, sitting you on the table carelessly. You sighed against his mouth, feeling Hvitserk's lips sliding down through your skin, kissing your neck.
You sunk your nails in his nape, grabbing his hair, trying to recover control of the shivers he was causing you to feel, but Hvitserk pulled your hips against his with a hoarse growl on the back of his neck that made you melt in his hands once again.
The feeling of his hardness against you, even covered by his clothes and your skirt, was making you dripping wet in between your legs. Hvitserk's hands invaded your skirt, but his eyes went into yours once again, seeking permission to go forward as the lust in his eyes really wanted to.
What did you have to lose?
It was the fucking dinner table! But fuck! Who cares? You always wanted to feel him, to be his like that. Plus, imagining you would be his next meal caused you to feel even hornier!
You supported yourself on your elbows, looking down at him, receiving a satisfied grin from his eager lips. Hvitserk didn't lose his time, picking up a chair to sit in between your legs, nestling his lips on your thighs, sending shivers down through your spine.
You knew exactly what he would do when Hvitserk's face disappeared under your skirt, lifting it to look at him as he proceeded to kiss your thighs so close to your intimacy.
You bit your lips when he kissed your lower belly. But Hvitserk was a tease. He was always a tease, and it wouldn't be different with you. He pulled back, using his fingers to touch you first, sliding them through your folds, rubbing...
You restrained your moans. Someone could find the two of you in that room! However, instead of making you scared, that sensation made you even hornier, causing you to quickly get Hvitserk's fingers wet, increasing his desire.
"If I knew you were such a good girl, I would have stuck my claim on you earlier, dear Y/N," he smiled, almost sassy. "Look at you now..."
Two of his fingers slid into your entrance, and Hvitserk smiled when you bit your lower lip tighter trying to keep your moans restrained.
"Such a beautiful woman!" he praised.
As if it wasn't enough, Hvitserk curved his fingers into your wet channel, causing you to contort over the table, giving him all the expressions of pleasure and satisfaction he wanted so bad to see in your body and face.
"I may have lost too much time not seeing how mine you could be, how sweet it would be to have you, my sweet Y/N. But don't worry," he said, pulling his fingers out of your body to give you some time to breathe.
As if it was possible to catch your breath while watching him sucking your juices from his fingers like that.
"I'm gonna compensate you for every single moment we lost to my blindness."
Hvitserk leaned forward, and you could finally understand why Margrethe was so scandalous when she was in his room. His lips kissed your pussy, and you were sure the whole world disappeared around you.
It was almost impossible to hold your moans! You tried to keep yourself silent, covering your mouth with one of your hands, causing Hvitserk to giggle, continuing to devour your folds as if they were his favorite meal.
His tongue explored parts of your cunt you swore no man had ever touched! Even when you came in his mouth, biting your hand to avoid screaming his name out loud, he didn't stop, licking you clean from your juices before smiling like a boy who had just finished his plate whole.
His hands caressed your body as he climbed upon you, sharing your taste with you in a passionate kiss.
You felt his struggle with his buckles in the middle of your legs and gently replaced his hands with yours, releasing his hardness from his trousers into your hands. Hvitserk broke the kiss with a restrained moan when you squeezed his hard cock with your fingers, feeling his length. So, you did it again, squeezing him while moving your hands through his length, smiling when he flattened his hands heavily against the table beside you, heavy breathing against your mouth before touching his forehead on your shoulder; his hips moving forward reflexively in little thrusts against your hands.
He was needy, full of desire, and so ready for you!
You nuzzled your face through his, receiving soft kisses on your neck. One of your hands embraced him, pulling Hvitserk slowly against you as you guided his shaft into your entrance. Low moans of bliss mixed your voices in a characteristic chant of satisfaction.
Hvitserk took control of the rhythm once again, embracing your waist and pushing himself against you until you were completely full of him.
Tight and deliciously full.
You were sure no man had ever filled you so well.
Hvitserk kept moving tight against your walls, moaning warm words into your ears as your embrace became tighter the more his rhythm increased into your wetness.
You felt the table creaking under his strength against you, crying a new sound every time Hvitserk rolled his hips into yours, hitting all your sweet spots in his way to your cervix.
You hid your face on his neck, muffling moans against his skin, hearing his breath becoming heavier as he pulled you against his heated body. At some point, he lifted your weight, taking you out of the table into his arms, going deeper in a clear signal he was about to come.
Your orgasm was closer as well, building faster as you felt his cock throbbing within your walls.
Hvitserk's movements became erratic, and his hoarse voice sounded into your ears.
"You're so good, my sweet Y/N, so warm around me! I want so bad to fill you with my seed! Tell me I can, my Y/N. Tell me I don't have to pull it out. Tell me I can fill you with my child tonight!"
At that moment, you realized it wasn't only the pleasure making his breath and yours fail. It wasn't only his body hitting against yours, losing its rhythm a little more the closer he was to cum for you.
You weren't only a good fuck for him.
It was more. So much more you could see in his eyes when Hvitserk touched your forehead with his. You could feel the sweat of his effort, his panting against your lips... And all the feelings in his eyes.
"Fill me, Hvitserk," you said.
Your eyes deep into his.
"Give me your seed. Fill me with your child! My heart is yours, my love. I love you, Hvitserk! I love you!" You confessed your heart, coming hard around him, feeling his tight embrace.
Hearing the powerful growl witch with Hvitserk released his seed and found his pleasure deep inside of you.
With his strength reduced by the pleasure, Hvitserk sat back at his chair. Your body straddling his lap, entirely glued to his.
Hvitserk nestled his face on the crook of your neck, and you felt him panting against your skin for a long silent moment in which both of you recovered from the effort and came down from your highs.
Soon, you felt his face sliding through yours again in a gentle caress before Hvitserk caught your lips in a deep and passionate kiss; his fingers sliding through your cheeks: such a characteristic caress of his.
He touched his forehead to yours and took a deep breath, looking deep inside your eyes before his voice sounded kindly into your ears.
"I'll honor this love, my sweet Y/N," he said, not lying about feelings you knew he didn't have for you yet, but showing the truth inside his heart. "I like you, but I'll learn to love you back. I want to love you back, Y/N. I want to be yours."
You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his.
The sincerity of his words warmed your heart, making you sure he wasn't lying or playing with you, nor taking you as a fool who would believe his heart was already yours.
You knew how far he suffered for dear Margrethe. Even then, he was there, giving himself a chance to start over and longing to do it by your side.
You cupped his face, kissing his lips softly. You could feel his sweet caresses in a way you never imagined to have his hands touching you.
It was like your best dreams. Maybe better.
"Take me to your room. I wanna feel your skin against mine and love you, my prince, for all this time I loved you in silence. I want to give you my heart and make this whole place hear your name echoing in my mouth," you said.
Hvitserk's lips curved into that beautiful and happy smile you loved so much seeing in his face.
"Then let us tell the whole Kattegat who is the man blessed by the gods tonight, princess," he answered, kissing you one more time before lifting you in his arms, carrying you into his chambers.
Cozy into his arms, with his scent around you, you weren't so sure you would ever regret the drunken words that brought you closer to his heart.
Author’s Notes | Man... It was urgent for me to increase my vocabulary of cursing and dirty talk hahaha.
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW1
Words | 1717
⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, graphic smut, hate sex kink, Dub! Con, hate fuck, dirty talk, cursing. +18
"What in the actual fuck is wrong with you, Y/N? Uh?"
Hvitserk Ragnarsson.
The most despicable of the five sons of Ragnar.
A cunt, a fucking human dredger for food and mead and of course, a womanizer.
The bastard couldn't see a new skirt walking around and he would find a way to get into it and have the girl moaning against some random wall under his cursed fingers.
Those damn skilled fingers...
"I made you a fucking question, woman! Do not ignore me!" he growled, holding you by your shoulders, hitting you against the wall of the hall to the kitchen through which you were literally escaping after fucking his new conquer of the night warranting the girl to know what kind of a cunt she was going into.
Oh, he was so fucking pissed off... You couldn't help but smile.
"There will be something wrong with me when I see a rascal hitting on an innocent girl and do nothing to prevent her to fall on his words. Then you can get worried about me, baby boy, now get the fuck outta my way".
He giggled, pushing you back against the wall when you tried to go out of the space in between him and the solid surface.
"Let me see if I got it. So now you gonna start fucking my stuff? Is that it? Uh? Or is it just your pretty little pussy missing me to fill it with a fat hardened cock? Is that it, kitten?" he growled the last words near your ear, causing your body to shiver under his warmth against you when he started pressing your body against the wall with his own.
Why couldn't you just be frigid and not feel so wet for that asshole and his shitty words?
"You're overestimating your own dick, prince. Or will you bring me one of your bigger brothers to fuck me right tonight?" you provoked, feeling his angry hands going down to lift your skirt you knew exactly for what.
Your hands went to his, trying to prevent him to reach what he wanted, putting on a fight that ended up with one of his hands holding both of yours over your head and the other into your skirt, forcefully separating your legs to touch your folds.
Your fucking damn wet folds.
"I could bring one of them if you want to, kitten" he mumbled, cockily, sliding that gods damn middle finger, long and thick, in between your folds, rubbing the little bud into them, forcing a moan out of your mouth. "Do you want me to call Ubbe? Uh, kitten? We could fill you entirely..."
"Take your hands out of me, you bast-a-ahn!" Your voice failed when he sunk two of his fingers into your throbbing entrance.
Fucking kinks!
Damn fucking skilled prince curving his disgusting fingers into your pussy, hitting all the right spots to take away the strength of your legs.
"Your voice is better when you're moaning, kitten," he spoke, sassy, fucking your pussy with his fingers wetted by the juices you wanted to be able to control just to deny it for him "To be honest, this is the only sound that's really good to listen in your voice. The sound of your defeat..."
His fingers went deeper and you shivered in his hands, causing that devilish smile to open in his despicable lips.
Those beautiful and coarse lips that came closer and closer to yours when your breath started to become erratic.
"The sound in which you admit you love the way I fuck you, kitten, hard... Deep... You fucking love me, just say it" he joked and you giggled.
You would spit in his face if you didn't know it would make him stop.
And the last thing you needed with your body burning that way was him to stop denying the only thing Hvitserk served to give you well: good and long orgasms around his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
You hated that idle drunken prince! But fuck...
No one ever fucked you like him.
"I would never... ever... say such a lie" you answered, cursing him when he took his fingers out of your body before you could cum, abandoning your throbbing cunt, sucking your juices from his fingers, sassily.
"You bastard!" You growled, punching his shoulder when he pulled away from you, threatening to leave without finishing what he had started.
But instead of showing him your anger and giving him the taste of victory, you giggled.
"Maybe the hoaxes are right and one of the sons of Ragnar is losing its fire. I heard the boneless was the cripple, Hvitserk. What? Did you drink that much that you can't keep your stick hard to finish the job?"
You went too far.
And you knew that in his frowned face when he turned back at you, almost violently turning your face towards the wall, pressing your body in between his and the cold surface one more time, this time, tighter.
Your skirt was lifted this time without care and your resistance was corrected almost immediately by his strong hand holding your arms up once again. You felt his movements and tried to pull away, but he hit your legs separated and stuck himself in the middle of them, pressing his shaft towards your entrance and filling you in a single long movement with his hard cock, seeking for a moan you bit your lip to restrain, grunting in your ear without a single problem in showing how horny he was.
"Is it fucking hard enough for you, bitch? Uh?" he grunted, releasing your hands to grip your hair pulling your head back with one hand while the other was keeping your hips firmly secure for his intense and strong thrusts into you. "I know exactly what you want and like, you little slut. You keep insulting and provoking me, but... both of us know that your dripping pussy loves my cock!"
Shit, he was right.
You could deny, bite your lips to restrain the moans, pretend he wasn't hitting all your sweets spots and fucking you good... But he was. He was your best fuck and you knew that.
But it wasn't the worse.
The worse was...
He knew that.
"Fucking... Say it!" he growled, hitting his hips against yours; the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as his length was filling and stretching your walls so...
So good...
So tight...
"No..." You almost meowed, shivering against his body as he intensified his thrusts, sliding the hand he had in your hips to your folds once again, rubbing your clit with his damn fingers while his hips were rolling into yours in harsh movements.
Delicious harsh and intense movements.
You moaned, your breath becoming erratic once again, failing as his fingers were building your orgasm in your clit together with his cock building it into your core.
"Fuck!" he cursed against your ear, breathing heavily against the crook of your neck "You become so fucking tight when you're close... Oh, shit!"
His thrusts became stronger and almost lost the rhythm: Hvitserk was closer to come as well. A dangerous game you were playing with him, clenching your walls around his cock to force him to continue until you exploded in pleasure around his shaft, moaning so loud that probably the entire Great Hall knew he was fucking someone at the corridor.
No one would ever expect it was you, of course. But yet, it was you, dripping wet in his hard cock. It was you heavy breathing against that wall while he was slapping his hips against yours. Harder... Faster...
"Pull this shit out!" you growled, trying to push him away.
But he just pulled your hips back, forcing your head forward, making it easier for him to go deeper and fuck harder, growling as his pleasure increased with the little change of the position.
You had to admit: he was also resistant. Hvitserk could last for hours into you and you knew he wasn't forcing himself as much as he could.
He could spend an entire night fucking you without coming...
But there he was, deep sunk into your pussy, ignoring your constant appeals, lost in the middle of his moans of pleasure.
"Fucking pull it off! Hvitserk! Shit! Stop!"
He didn't give a damn to your words and you heard his growls and moans when he forced his cock down into your walls the deeper he could, coating your insides, releasing his seed into you.
"You fucking son of a bitch! Pull this fucking shit out of me, asshole!" you cursed, pushing him back and finally being able to get rid of his grip, weakened by the orgasm, seeing when he leaned against the other side of the hall, cleaning his cock and laughing that disgusting way.
"You started, you finish. And you should be happy I'm not forcing you to suck me clean. What? Can't handle what you provoke?" he spat, acid as you were literally sinking your fingers into yourself, trying to get rid of his seed in the hope it wasn't too late.
"If I get fucking pregnant, I'll drink a barrel of pennyroyal!" you threatened, feeling his heavy grip to your neck this time, locking you against the wall one more time.
His other hand with his thumb caressing your lips in a sick way as his eyes were deep into yours.
"Do you think I want you to bear my children?" he started, gross "You serve to fuck, and nothing else. If you get pregnant, I'll pay you a barrel of pennyroyal. Now fucking put yourself straight" he said, releasing you and pretending to straighten your dress collar. "You don't want anyone to know you were the bitch moaning so loud and chanting my name at the corridor, right?"
He smiled that disgusting way, slapping your ass and receiving a slap in his hand in return, raising his middle finger to you before leaving through the door.
You stayed there, still feeling the high of the orgasms he gave you.
Why in the actual fuck were you two fucking that way?
Author’s Notes | sweet request! It was lovely to make it! Thank you, dear anon! I hope you like it!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Wife! Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW1, suggested soundtrack and inspiration: Still Loving You (Scorpions, 1984)
Words | 4823
⁑ Warnings: ANGST, romance, mentions of cheating.
It was a good time with Margrethe and Ubbe after all, but now, it was his time to go back home.
Home...
That marriage he didn't want in the beginning but was starting not to bother him anymore.
You came with an alliance to make bigger the trade center of Kattegat, more men and more producers. But he didn't want to get married at the time! He was living his life, feasting, raiding, being happy with the sharing relation he had with Ubbe and his wife.
And the girl they brought him wasn't like Margrethe. You weren't that pretty or that sexy, nor leaned to sex and all his fantasies. You were meek and sweet, calm and smooth.
A wife, after all. Something he wasn't waiting to have so soon, but now, one year after the marriage was a part of his life.
He kept the life he used to live, drinking, feasting, raiding, sleeping with his brother and Margrethe, sometimes other girls in the beginning. But things were losing meaning and at the end of the day, you were always there to receive him, no matter from where he was coming or how many perfumes were in his clothes.
Your smiles were smaller than before, but even then, there was a curve in your mouth to receive him. Food... Clean clothes...
After that year, Margrethe and Ubbe were now his only thing outta home. The only thing he didn't get rid of.
And this night, the conversation with the two of them was everything they did. A good time talking about how he was feeling about the marriage, how it was strangely good to imagine you would be there for him and how, maybe, he had grown in mind, became mature enough for something that happened out of his time.
He was a boy when he got married. And you were a woman, to a man.
Maybe, a man he had become after all.
Hvitserk smiled thinking about how Ubbe patted his shoulders. How he left their house to come home earlier.
He never thought it would be exactly what would allow him to see his wife... Preparing to leave.
"Y/N? What's this? Is there something wrong with your lockers?" he asked, seeing you placing your things into leather bags, organized as you always were.
The rest of the house in perfect order except for one thing: there wasn't a smile in your face for him this night.
"There is nothing wrong with my lockers, Hvitserk," not 'husband', nor 'love' or any other names you tried every day, for that entire year.
Hvitserk felt cold shivers freezing his stomach, causing him to giggle, confused.
Or despaired...
"So, what? Why are you putting your things into bags, Y/N?" he asked, looking at you, trying to find a single sign that his math was wrong.
Instead, finding the answer he understood since the first second his eyes landed on you without finding the usual smile in your face.
"I'm leaving. My father already treated everything with Queen Aslaug about the dissolution of our marriage. You don't need to worry about the alliance: after the entire year we spent together, my father understood his alliance with Kattegat is a benefit for both sides and decided to keep the alliance without the need of keeping you attached to our union. You're a free and single man now."
Your words killed any trace of a smile he could have in his face. And your actions finished the instauration of despair in his heart when you placed your marriage ring over the perfectly organized bed you used to divide with him through the last entire year.
Even then, he giggled. But this time, his nervousness was evident even for you.
"Is... Is this a joke? Y/N this is not funny, I..."
"This is no joke, Hvitserk. Our marriage is no more," you said, starting to pick up your things, carrying by yourself all the bags you prepared, causing him to feel even worse to notice how few were the things of his wife to fit into a pair of big leather bags...
Margrethe's dresses wouldn't fit in such little space. And many of them came from him.
His heart clenched into his chest.
He had grown into a man. He wasn't a boy anymore.
He was ready to be a good husband now!
"Y/N!" he called, and you looked back.
Freezing him in the coldness he never saw in your eyes before.
Where was all the tenderness he was used to receiving?
Where was the naturally sweet girl with which he got married?
He took a breath to ask why were you leaving him. But he knew why.
He knew the sorrow in your heart.
He knew how many times you tried to please him, to keep him home, to get his attention.
And how many times you received him drunk, marked by other women's scents. Sometimes, other women's kisses, nails...
He tried to advance a step in your direction.
But what right did he had to touch you?
How could he touch you with the same hands he used in so many other bodies?
How could he kiss you with the same mouth he kissed so many other women?
How could he ask you to stay with him, when he never stood there for you?
The cruel weight of reality decided to kick his ass right when it was too late.
And while he was falling to pieces in front of your eyes, there you were.
Strong. Fierce.
Whole.
Looking at him from the high of the pedestal of the ones who did everything. Covered in the cloak of reason from your head to your tiptoes.
His expression broke, speechless. You could see he wanted to ask you to stay, to listen to him, to talk, to try...
But no word came from his mouth since there weren't words to be said.
He was wrong.
He was too late.
And you weren't even trying to pretend it wasn't the truth.
"I thought you wouldn't have anything to say about it, after all. I hope the gods bless your life, Prince Hvitserk, son of Ragnar. May they give you a bright future and everything your heart desires. Farewell." you said, stabbing his heart with your benevolence even when he didn't feel worthy of a single one of your words.
Without any other say, you gave your back to him and he felt his throat closing.
Every step you took away in the night, into the dark of the road, caused him to feel suffocating a little more until your image just vanished and everything became silence and pain around him.
What just happened?
What was happening to his life?
He was ready to live! Ready to stay by your side!
He spent the night talking to Ubbe about how surprised he was with the love he was discovering growing bigger and bigger for you and now...
Now he was completely fallen and you weren't there.
His steps took him back into your house, now, without a single trace of your presence.
It was everything in its place as if you never existed in his life.
Everything as he wanted when he was younger. Too young to understand how that marriage would be everything he would want in his life. Too young to see how you were the wife any man would ask from the gods.
Now he was able to see.
But now you weren't there anymore.
And who could blame you for leaving?
He sat on the bed, picking up the alliance you left behind, remembering how stupid he was when placing it in your hand for the first time, almost not looking at you, not even trying to pretend he wasn't forced to that moment, bothered, when it was supposed to be your moment.
Your marriage, your day he ruined completely getting drunk enough to forget it wasn't Margrethe in his bed that night.
And even then...
Even then you never took his alliance from your finger.
Since he placed it there, you honored that ring and your promises from the beginning to the utter end.
His hand pressed the alliance in his fingers and he got up, leaving the house behind, opened.
Running the faster he could, trying to reach you on time.
He couldn't lose you! Not now he knew how worthy you were! Not now he had the conscience of everything he had done and everything he would have to change!
Hvitserk simply couldn't handle the idea of losing you now and so, he went after you, running with all of himself, disposed to throw himself on his knees at your feet and beg forgiveness.
Beg for another chance to show you the man he never was. To be the husband you deserved.
But once again, he was too late.
His steps reached the docs only to see your father's boat raising sails, already at the sea.
You were at the stern, looking back to the place you thought would be your home to the rest of your life. Your eyes saw when his legs became too weak and he fell to his knees, watching as the winds were blowing your boat further away from the docks, further away from the embrace you fought so hard to find in his arms, but never had yours.
He stood there, looking your boat leaving until you couldn't see the docks anymore. You laid yourself near your bags, trying to hold the tears and the feeling of defeat that was so intense in your heart.
You fought so hard to be the perfect wife for him, but even then, you weren't good enough to reach his heart.
On the other side, at the docks of Kattegat, his voice filled the air with a growl of anger and pain.
How stupid a man could be?
How dumb a man had to be to lose a woman like you as he did?
He turned himself back just to find his brothers and mother looking at him as if his shame wasn't enough for the night.
His fingers pressed the alliance in his hand. Anger growing into his core, coming from the pity on Ubbe's eyes, but pretty more, from the arrogance and harshness in his mother's glare.
"You had no right to pass over me this way! You should have told me she wanted the divorce! I had no say in my own marriage, from the beginning to its end!" he growled towards her, furiously.
Receiving an answer she seemed to have ready since the first moment as if she was waiting for the anger in his eyes and words.
"And this is only your fault, Hvitserk. You had your say. Every single time you acted like your father, banging other women without even trying to hide it from your wife or anyone in this town; every single time she slept alone in her house, unprotected, when her husband who swore to the gods to be there for her, was too busy between his brother's sheets with his brother's wife" she said, causing Ubbe to lower his head, guilty.
He also had his part in this situation, but instead of the others, he was really feeling Hvitserk's doom was nearly entirely his fault.
How many times did he cover Hvitserk's mistakes? Or was the one inviting Hvitserk into his bed?
Aslaug's voice kept sounding, causing both of them to feel the bitter taste of truth in their tongues while the others wouldn't dare to say a word. Not even Ivar was seeming disposed to speak when his mother seemed to be so harsh about the subject.
"Every single time you gave other women what was supposed to be your wife's, you had your say in this divorce, Hvitserk. Since the first day, you gave her no chance to reach your heart! Do you really think she loved you since the first day? Do you really think she didn't cry or grieve her own desires this alliance broke? But she was a woman, Hvitserk, not a spoiled little girl who kept fighting her own fate as a princess! Instead, she accepted what the gods brought to her and tried to make from this something worthy! She was a wife, she was there for you, she cared for your wounds and needs and received you even when you were smelling like a brothel's carpet! She treated you good and she went to the end of her strength fighting for the marriage you now try to pretend had any value to yourself. You were a spoiled brat through this entire situation and my only regret is not to have married her to Sigurd, who would have been a better husband to a caring woman like her! Now, at least for one day in your life, stop acting like the spoiled brat you are and be a man to face the consequences of your actions! If you're that deeply sad about your loneliness, I'm sure Ubbe wouldn't mind in borrowing his wife's boobs for you to mourn your sorrow tonight, will you, my son?" she said, ironically striking Ubbe the same way she was doing with Hvitserk. "The two of you disappoint me. But what could I wait from the elder sons of Ragnar Lothbrok, right? Like father, like sons!" she growled, turning her back to the docks, bitterly going back to the hall followed by a silent Ivar who didn't dare to add anything to her intense speech.
"I'm sorry, Hvitserk," Sigurd said, almost too low to be heard, before leaving the docks where only him and Ubbe remained.
"Brother..." Ubbe tried to start, but he raised his hand.
The other one holding your alliance firmly into his clenched fist.
"No. She's right. It was my fault and my fault only, Ubbe. You never forced me into your bed. I went there by my own will and now I'll take the consequences for my actions."
"Hvitserk..." Ubbe said, agonizing with the feelings his brother had just confessed still hitting his head.
His Hvitserk, who spent the entire evening in his house, smiling so passionate, talking about the surprising way that woman had made her way into his heart and soul, how she was running through his veins.
His Hvitserk, now so humiliated and destroyed, rejected and left by the woman he learned too late to love back.
"I'm not a boy anymore, Ubbe. You can't protect me from my own stupidity or actions," he said, starting to walk, awakening the natural curiosity into Ubbe's eyes.
"Where are you going?"
"Home, brother. Where I should have been all this time. I'll mourn my sorrow and think about what will I do..."
"I'll go..." Ubbe started, but Hvitserk's voice sounded harsh, firm, preventing him to finish his initial idea of following his little brother.
"Alone, Ubbe. I put myself in this whole situation alone. I'll find my way out. Alone," he stated, turning his back to his older brother and walking back all the way to his house, closing the door he left opened, laying by his side of the bed, to face the empty side where you were supposed to be softly laid.
So soft that sometimes he couldn't even feel you were there. But now, he could feel your absence as a cold emptiness, filling everything around him, bringing tears of rage to his eyes.
Why he was so blind for so long?
Why he didn't see it earlier?
He got up, sitting in the table where you used to serve him mead and the roasted meat he could still smell.
What was that smell?
He went to the kitchen to pick up his mead and felt the smell of fresh food becoming intense, finding the pots in the kitchen with his favorite roast meat and mashed potatoes you left prepared for him one last time.
Even when you were leaving him, you still thought more about him than about yourself.
He served his own plate with the food, now cold. And sat at the table with the mead amphora and his cup.
And when he proved the first piece of meat, he felt the tears finally pouring from his eyes. The sensation of impotence and stupidity taking hear more to each piece of your delicious food he pushed into his mouth, forcing himself to remember how many times you served him and he refused your food because he was already full of shit he ate outta home.
The memories of your smile becoming smaller and smaller every day; the way you never stopped caring for his clothes, his house, his needs even when there wasn't anything but sorrow in the bottom of your eyes, all hitting his mind as Thor's hammer against his skull, torturing him a little more to each spoon of food.
But when that plate was over and the last sip of mead was taken, he was decided.
He placed your alliance in his collar, alongside his Vegvisír and Thor's hammer pendant; pulled a leather bag of his and placed clothes enough; sheathed his sword and dressed back his cloak and wolf-skin coverage.
Hvitserk packed the rest of your food for his travel and closed the door, leaving your house towards the dock.
Without warning anyone, he rented a boat from a man in Kattegat's docks and with the dawn growing at the horizon, his sails were being raised and he was navigating towards your lands.
You fought every single day for that marriage and now it was his time to do the same.
Three days of traveling after his departure, Hvitserk arrived unannounced, almost invaded your father's hall, and interrupted the visitor that arrived before him, losing completely the education.
"What are you doing here? This is an insult! I told your mother you weren't welcome in my lands!" your father growled furiously.
But even then, Hvitserk insisted.
"I came to see my wife!"
"She's no longer your wife, boy!" your father stated, but Hvitserk looked at him, ready to fight for his position.
"This is something I wanna hear from her mouth!"
"You heard, Prince Hvitserk," you said, coming to the Hall attracted by your father's altered voice "I remember I said goodbye to you before leaving. Did you make all your way from Kattegat to my lands just to hear me telling you we're over once again?" you completed, trying to sound harsh when the truth was your heart was torn and bleeding inside.
His rejection was always the worst about being away from your land, fighting for an arranged marriage.
But instead of his usual, Hvitserk came forward, looking up at you from the last degree of the small stairs that would lead to your father's throne.
He was already under you, lower than you. But even then, he kneeled. In his hand, something you could recognize anywhere in the world: the ring you left behind as if you were leaving a piece of your own body with him.
Your marriage alliance.
"No." he answered your question "I came... To beg you another chance, Y/N," he said, surprising you.
Your father not disposed to interrupt him, since the humiliation of his moment was something pleasurable for a king who felt himself mislead by his mother about the honesty and honor of the son she offered in marriage to his daughter.
"I came to beg your forgiveness to a stupid boy who took too long to grow up. I came to look into your eyes and say I'm sorry. To let you see into my eyes I was disposed to change, I saw my mistakes and that night, I had spent all the hours I spent with my brother talking about how deep you were sunk into my heart. How I had found out you were running through my veins instead of blood."
His words bringing tears to your eyes you were fighting to restrain, trying not to let him notice you never really were whole in this situation.
Instead, you were broken inside. Your heart, your pride, and your soul were shattered by his actions and you had to make the major of the efforts to leave him at the docks that day.
You really put yourself into that marriage, you really fought to make it work and until the last moment, you felt you weren't enough to prove yourself worthy of his attention and love.
And now, he was there, saying the mistakes were his. Telling you were worthy and he was the one childish enough to be blind to what you tried so hard to prove.
"I'm not here for any alliances, Y/N. In fact, I would stay even if your father tells me now, he wants to broke the alliance and attack Kattegat. I'm not here for deals or my mother's words. My family doesn't even know I'm here and I do not intend you to go back with me."
These last words catching your father's attention to him. Was he saying he wouldn't take you back to Kattegat?
"What is it supposed to mean, Hvitserk?" you took the words from your father's mind and so, the prince got up in front of you, coming closer, touching your hand.
Your marriage ring in his other hand, causing you the anxiousness of feeling that piece of metal around your finger. It was bothering you the absence of something you were so used to wear.
Hvitserk's green eyes found yours and he spoke, with the same meek voice he had since he started that speech.
"I'm telling you I'll stay. I'm asking you to accept our marriage ring back on your finger as a symbol, not of my stupid and empty vows of our marriage day. But a symbol to new vows I make now, over this ring and my sacred arm ring, of honoring and loving you as my wife, as you deserved to be loved since the first day of our marriage."
The mention of his sacred arm ring, causing your father to look at him.
"Do you know the weight of what you're doing, boy?" your father asked, taking his eyes away from yours.
Hvitserk looked at him firmly.
"I am swearing over my sacred arm ring, having a king and the gods as my witnesses, that I will do what I was supposed to have done and honor your daughter as my wife, love and respect her, until the end of her days. And then, carry her memory as the dignified woman she was until the end of mine. That's what I'm doing." he said again, looking at you to see your tears winning the fight against your will, pouring in wet lines through your face as he kept talking "And may the gods deny me my place in time if I break up this oath. May my name be forgotten and the doors of Valhalla be closed in front of me. May the gods turn their backs on me and the oblivion become my fate if I ever dishonor my word once again".
His word this time, not forced vows.
It wasn't his mother and your father, it wasn't a lie. It was Hvitserk's heart calling yours, asking a new chance.
"You have beautiful words, but words are nothing," your father said.
Even then, you walked towards him, opening your hand over his as a sign for him to slide your ring back into his place.
"I believe in your words, Hvitserk Ragnarsson. And I accept your oaths." You said, looking into your eyes, seeing the smile forming on his lips when he slid the ring back onto your finger, relieving that awful sensation of something missing you were feeling since you left that piece behind. "May the gods testify your honor. And if your promises are fulfilled, I shall speak to them in your favor when the time comes for us to meet them."
Your father sighed. In his heart, you were risking too much. But it was your heart, so he took his seat, accepting your decision over your life. And Hvitserk cupped your face, allowing you to feel the shivering in his hands when he wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, touching his forehead on yours.
He was maybe as nervous as you were when you left him.
"I'm sorry, my dear wife. Forgive me for being such a fool," he mumbled, nuzzling his nose on yours, breathing your scent in clear relief.
You touched your hands in his chest sliding them slowly to embrace his neck softly, feeling such tenderness in his touches as you never felt during the entire year you two were together as husband and wife.
"Forget the past, husband..." you said, causing his lips to open in an instant smile when that word echoed in your voice once again "We shall go back home and live from today on."
Both of them, Hvitserk and your father, looked surprised at you after your words.
"He said he would stay," your father declared first, but you looked at him, with Hvitserk's greens over you, curious about your decision.
"I believe his words, my father. But easy are the oaths where you have no temptations for them. I married my husband to leave my father's home and go into his family and this way it shall be. I won't change things as they are." you said, looking at Hvitserk "We shall go back to Kattegat, to our home. And you shall prove your honor where I know it shall be tested by the gods."
All the women of Kattegat who knew him as a cheater.
His brother's wife and former lover.
You would give him a chance. But not where it would be easy to prove himself worthy of your love.
But he showed no fear in his eyes when you faced him once again. Instead, he nodded in agreement and so did your father.
You had the right to doubt him and none would take it from you.
"We leave whenever you want to go, my wife," Hvitserk stated and your father sighed.
"Tomorrow." he stated "For today, I'll send a crow to your mother telling Kattegat where its prince is and you stay. Feast and celebrate with my daughter your new marriage and then, tomorrow, you leave back home. But remember, son of Ragnar, you're carrying my precious treasure with you once again. I shall not forgive a second mistake!" your father declared, still annoyed of delivering his precious princess in Hvitserk's hands one more time.
"There won't be a second mistake, father," he said, caressing your face between his hands once again when you looked at him.
For the first time, allowing him to see how fragile and broken you were when your eyes filled with tears once again.
His heart ached into his chest when he felt you leaning into his arms, so insecure that he would really hold you, so afraid it was a trick from Loki in your life once again.
How far did he go?
How hard did he hurt you?
How much pain were you hiding behind the little curves in your mouth?
He crossed his arms around you, holding your body tight against his, trying to make you feel safe where you thought you would never find safety, and softly, he lifted your face up, looking into your eyes.
"I'll change. I'll give you everything you deserve. I know I hurt you. But never again." he promised this time only for your ears.
And you nodded, this time, only for his eyes, in an intimate moment you never had with your husband before.
You grew to love him so deeply and for the first time, you were receiving something more than composure back for the feeling you cultivated in such an arid soil.
And now, for the first time, you felt his lips searching for yours, his hand cupping your face softly as he kissed you softly, deepening the sweet contact of your lips with his in a slow and patient kiss. His taste invading you as a balm to your wounds, his caresses putting an end to all your need for his love.
He was there, as yours as you were already hopeless you would have someday.
He caressed your face after the kiss was over. And smiled at you, seeming relieved. And you smiled back before he kissed your forehead and held you in his arms, hiding in his chest and trying to feel safe that, this time, you would have a future in front of that marriage.
Your heart was still wounded, your soul was still broken and your pride still stained, but there was hope into your core once again and it was everything you need to give him one more chance to find happiness by your side.
