Summary: After being claimed by Bjorn, he takes you back to your town that had been already raided by his brothers. After reuniting with your sister and Bjorn accepting her into his family, you decide to explore another side with your new mate. A Viking side
Warnings: small angst, strong language, mentions of sex, mentions of mating, implied smut, abo dynamics, fluff, mentions of death/raids, mentions of rape
Word Count: 2,122
A/n: So, I decided that it’s probably best to keep my mind distracted, which means I’m back at writing. And, kind of posting. I won’t to updating every day as I’ve done before, but maybe every second day or twice a week or something like that. So, I’m back, but not entirely... I’m still taking things slow, so there’s a lot of things I’m unsure about. Things like snippets. But anyway... Moving on
The Chase Part 1 II Vikings Masterlist
A claiming bite can subdue an omega’s heat for a few more hours, or days even. And now that you are Bjorn’s omega, you go where he goes. Even if that meant returning to his Heathen Army the next day after you mated through the night.
He retrieved your father’s cloak from the other side of the lake where you had shrugged it off during your little chase, scented it - something you don’t think your father will appreciate if he’s still alive - so you can have something that smells like him around you when you walk among his people with him.
Just to be safe, he has his arm wrapped around your waist upon walking into the chaotic town. You glance all around you, trying to find the army you saw before he started to chase you, a chase you know you started and you will freely admit that.
Bjorn keeps you close, and you keep your face turned into his chest to avoid the sight of dead bodies being piled up, women being made slaves or mourning the loss of their alphas, or being raped. The sounds of their wailing and screaming makes your shiver. It’s something Bjorn notices, and he pulls you closer to his body to comfort you.
This is the life you have to live now that you are a Heathen’s omega. Does that make you a heathen too now? It seems as though your Christian days are behind you now, even though you weren’t that a devout follower of Christ. Still, you know what sin is. But is it a sin to mate with a pagan if he claimed you as his? That’s as good as marriage, right?
“Ah, Bjorn. How nice of you to join us,” a voice snaps, making you flinch and subconsciously step closer to your new alpha.
You and Bjorn turn your gaze to the source of the voice and your eyes land on an alpha in a chariot. You’ve heard of him. Ivar the Boneless, the crippled son of Ragnar Lothbrok. Walking up to join Ivar’s side are the other brothers, two other alphas, and one beta.
Bjorn glares at Ivar and moves away from you. “I am here now, aren’t I?” he sneers back and Ivar, reaching back to your so you can place your hands in his.
“Yes. But while you were fucking some omega in the woods, we were the ones that raided this town.”
“Careful what you say, Ivar. She is my mate now, not just some omega,” Bjorn fights back, letting go of your hand and stepping towards his brother with a low growl in his throat.
Ivar growls back at him before he chuckles. “But you are not hers. Her mark is not on your neck yet which means that anyone can easily take her from you,” he snaps back, lifting his eyes up to you as you take a step back.
Bjorn growls, pulls out his sword and points it at Ivar as he pulls out his ax to push against the blade of your alpha’s sword. “(Y/n)!” a small voice shouts from across the town square. You know that voice.
Your head snaps to the sound and you spot your sister, pulling her arm out of a viking warrior’s hand and running across the square towards you. “Sweterun,” you breathe in relief, running forward to meet her halfway.
Dropping to your knees and pulling her into your chest for a hug, you stroke the back of her head as she wraps her arms tightly around you. You nuzzle the side of her face, sigh in relief to know that she’s alright and that she’s alive.
The scene makes Bjorn pull his sword away from Ivar and turn to walk towards you. He holds up a hand to stop the alpha that had your sister, telling him to leave you and her.
You pull out of the hug and take your sister’s face in your hands, stroking her tear-stained cheek with your thumbs. “I told you you would be alright,” you chuckle, nuzzling her face to scent her so she smells like you. Or, well, like Bjorn. You feel you have to do so to prevent anyone from trying to take her from you again.
Her head turns away from you to look at the nearing alpha and she gasps in fright and tries to move away from him. “No, no, it’s alright, Sweterun,” you comfort, quickly grabbing her before she can runoff. “This is my alpha, now. He won’t hurt you,” you reassure, looking up to Bjorn to give him a small smile which he returns. “Bjorn, this is my sister,” you softly say, standing to your feet again as you turn to face him. “I’m the only family she has.”
He smiles down at her, a thought coming to his mind that the pups he could have with you might look something like your young sister. Holding out his hand to show that he means her no harm, he takes one last step forward and nods his head. “Now, she will be part of my family,” he states, making you breathe out a small sigh of relief at his words.
Sweterun places her hand in his, a sign that she doesn’t fear him and that she trusts him. You can only imagine what your father might think to know that you are mated to a heathen. That is, if he hadn’t died in battle defending the village.
You weren’t involved in much for the rest of the day because Bjorn insisted. Instead, you made sure your sister is well looked after before being led to chambers Bjorn has claimed as his for the remainder of the stay. He says that he wants you to rest and relax before your heat comes. That he needs to settle this dispute with his brothers about going after you instead of staying with them and attacking the village. He said that after that, he’ll spend time with you, take care of your oncoming heat.
And you can feel that you won’t have much time before you go into heat. You were just on the edge when Bjorn found you, stalling it for a few hours with his bite. But now there is nothing to stall it anymore. And, truthfully, you do want to claim you Alpha before you do it in a lustful haze brought on by your heat.
Even though you know that he claimed you in lust, or as a war prize, you really feel deep down that he can be a good alpha to you. You’ve been told so many times that an omega needs an alpha to care for their sexual needs. Well, now you have an alpha. And though you didn’t ask to be claimed, it can’t be that bad. This could be like an arranged marriage where you can learn to love your alpha. Right?
Your thoughts are interrupted by the door swinging open, but you don’t freak out or get a fright from it because you could smell Bjorn’s scent. And you can smell the frustration on his scent, probably from the interaction with his brothers.
He falls down on the bed beside you with a huff, mutters to himself in his language words that you feel are curses as he unties the laces of his boots. “What happened?” you question, moving onto your hands and knees to crawl closer to him.
“My brothers thought that it was a mistake of me to go after you in the woods,” he bluntly says, throwing the boot away from him, making the hit the wall as he grumbles to himself again.
You bite your lip and rest your hands on his shoulders, wondering that you can say to make him feel better. What you can do to make him feel better.
Reminding yourself that he’s a Heathen, you recall the stories you’ve heard about them. You remember the stories about how they’re known to be sexual fiends, how they’re not afraid to be promiscuous. Especially the woman.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to give it a try.
Moving so that you can straddle his lap, he lifts his head up to you and smiles as he rests his hands on your lap. “And what do you say? Do you think it was a mistake coming after me?” you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands travel down your thighs.
He pulls you closer, a smirk growing on his face as you gently grind down on him. “I wouldn’t have gone after you if I thought it was a mistake,” he whispers, leaning forward to touch his forehead to yours.
“Then why do you care what your brothers say?” You raise an eyebrow at him and let a small smile grow on your face, unsure where your confidence is coming from.
He’s a stranger to you that found you in the woods, knotted you and claimed you without asking. Then why do you feel so safe around him? Why do you feel so...happy with him? You should be fighting him, not giving up and letting this alpha have what he wants.
But, perhaps, sometimes it’s good to not fight. Sometimes, it’s better to just give in. At least, that’s what your mother used to tell you.
A bond between an alpha and omega is like a chase, she used to say. Something like your first encounter with Bjorn and how he pursued you through the woods. At first, there’s the resistance, the want to be left alone. But a chase can only go on for so long before someone has to give up. And you’re not weak because you gave up. That’s just how things go.
Bjorn chuckles at the perplexed look on your face and he brings up a hand to break you from whatever thought you have going around in your mind. And when you look back at him, a blush crosses your cheeks to think that you spaced out in front of him.
“I care what they say because I fear one of them will take you from me.”
You raise an eyebrow at that and lean slightly backward. “Take me from you?” you question, a frown creasing your eyebrow now instead of a curious look. “Why?”
“Because we are Vikings. We want the best,” he whispers as he leans closer. His lips come just in front of yours, teasing them with the kiss as you breathe out a soft sigh when his hands grip the back of your thighs. “They want to know what made me want to go after an omega instead of fighting with them in this raid. It’s your scent they want,” he whispers.
His hands start to lift the nightgown you wear, his hands that are slightly cold touch your hot skin, making you groan in content. “My scent,” you begin, your face dropping in his neck where your bonding mark should be. Where you want it to be. “My scent is yours. I am yours,” you whisper, kissing the stop on his neck and making him groan.
Running his hands up under your gown, you moan against his neck as he gropes your breasts. “Omega,” he growls, his lips kissing the mark he left on your neck yesterday when he mated with you after catching you.
“Alpha,” you respond, pressing your hands against his chest when he tries to turn you over onto your back. He pulls away from you, a frown on his face at your resistance. You take in a deep breath and run your hands up so that they come to the side of his face. “This is what Viking women do, isn’t it? They like to ride their men?”
That’s when he understands what you’re getting at and it makes a smirk grow on his face. “Is that what you want to do, omega?” he questions with a laugh, making you bite your lip as you nod your head.
You breathe out a shaky sigh as you shift above him, your hands running down his stomach and towards his breeches. “It’s what I want. And I want to mark you,” you whisper, your face falling back in his neck and letting your teeth graze over his skin.
He growls, his hands falling to your hips and gripping them tightly as you sink your teeth into his skin, just as he had done to you. And as you pull the laces of his breeches, pushing him down onto his back, you allow yourself to explore a new side. A ‘savage’ side that would otherwise be frowned upon in your village.
