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Daddy Ragnar 🤤😍

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Ok, seriously, Travis. . . What gives you the right to fuck a bitch like me up in this type of way???

I just wanna know. . .

[slutforragnarssons]

Stay at Home Daddy

Warnings: Fluff

Synopsis: When Ragnar’s young wife resumes work as a lawyer, he is forced to stay home with his newborn twins. He knows little about raising children, and everyday is a battle with the growing girls.

Word Count: 1,374

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“You’ll be fine, I promise. You kept the boys alive, right? They’ll be okay, and I’ll be back before dinner.” Ragnar hears in response to his pleas for his wife to stay home with the children. They’re only five months old, and Ragnar recognizes how delicate the two blue eyed baby girls seem compared to the five sons he had held.

“Baby, they’re so... fragile. What if one of them just stops breathing, or gets sick... or... something happens. I just want to keep them safe.” Ragnar admits with a small pout beginning to form on his cleanly shaven face. He stifles a laugh as his cheeks are pinched together and kissed by his wife as she teases him about his soft spot: his daughters.

“I’ll say this one more time. They’ll be alright babe. They’ll fuss at first but you know the feeding schedule, and you know the nap times. I dressed them in different clothes so you don’t mix them up. You’ll all three be fine. If you need any help I would call Ubbe. Love you!” She pecks his cheeks once more before pressing light kisses to the pink foreheads of her sleeping daughters. The sound of her high heels tapping against the hardwood floor as she exits the home wakes the youngest daughter, her blue eyes fluttering open, and within seconds, her mouth flies open, letting a loud cry escape.

Ragnar has experience with children. Not tons, but he knows his children, and he knows this cry. Little Ingrid already senses her mother’s absence and lets out a loud wail to let everyone in the neighborhood know that yes, she does miss her Mommy.

“Little one, be quiet... please?” Ragnar scoops the baby into his arms and sits in the rocking chair next to the soft pink crib. When he sits in the chair it makes soft creaking sounds, no doubt struggling against his large figure. After his worries of the chair snapping in two disappear, he hums some Disney princess song to his daughter and let’s her tiny fingers embrace one of his large ones as she drifts off to sleep once again. He himself begins to feel tired, but doesn’t fully trust himself to sleep and hold his daughter, so instead, he decided to turn on the tv.

“Hope you two don’t mind football.” Ragnar mutters to the sleeping babies as he watches the game intensely. After getting a bit too excited at a goal, and making a loud yell, the babies cry in sync. He curses to himself and picks up the older daughter, balancing the two girls in his arms carefully, hoping his wife would be soon. After a glance at the clock on the wall, he once agin cursed himself, and after finally getting one daughter to calm, he grabs his phone and opens a text to his son Ubbe in desperation -My house, babies crying. Bring burgers. ASAP. - he types quickly with one hand and sends the blue message.

After being read at 11:26, Ubbe leaves the message that way, and speeds over to grab food for his father.Although he has a family of his own, he still is very close to his father, and he knows that his fifty some year old father is having a somewhat difficult time taking care of two newborn babies on his own now that his wife is working.

After letting himself in with his spare key, Ubbe wanders to the soft pink nursery at the top of the dark wooden stairs. He brings the greasy bag and sets it on the counter, wiping his hands on his jeans and holding them out to the baby in his father’s hands. Ragnar quickly hands off his youngest daughter and mutters a greeting to his son.

Ubbe takes the girl into his hands, and places a kiss to her wrinkly forehead, cracking a smile when she lets out a shrieky giggle and grabs ahold of his beard.

“Damn it little sister, you had to go for the beard huh? I see why Dad shaved his. You got the baby grabby hands. I remember when Little Jordan had those, must have ripped out half a dozen of her mama’s earrings, I swear.” Ubbe says, gently easing her little fists out of his beard and sitting down on the adjacent bright pink couch.

“Thank you for actually coming, Ubbe. I thought about asking Hvitserk, but you know he never reads his texts, or answers his phone for that matter.” Ragnar says as he pats the back of the sleeping baby on his chest. She lets out a grunt and adjusts her head on her father’s chest before falling asleep again.

“It’s going to be hard with her working again. What is she working? Four twelves or five tens?” Ubbe asks his father, using the small towel next to him to wipe the slobber on his sister’s cheek. Ragnar lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Better, six twelves. She’s a workaholic and is insisting that she ‘Get back into the game’. I personally don’t see the attraction to work. I have enough to support us all, and yet she’s still fighting about working. Women confuse me.” Ragnar sighs as he takes a swig of the beer next to him. After hearing this, Ubbe gives him a stern look and clears his throat.

“You know she only wants to work to feel like she’s contributing, that’s how my wife was after the kids were born. And I swear father, you can’t drive this one off. Don’t even mention the thought of it. You have two daughters to raise, and you have to set a good example, or they won’t know how to be treated by men.” He explains, and in the moment, Ubbe is so full of wisdom that for a second if almost seems like he’s the father sitting in the pale pink nursery. The two of them continue to talk, even flicking on some talking animal cartoon for the girls to watch as they prepare the bottles of milk for them. After burping and diaper changes, they are back to sleep.

Ubbe sips a glass of wine next to his father, as they sit in opposite chairs, comparing pictures on their phones of their adorable children. When the front door opens and the alarm lets out a quiet chirp, Ragnar stands up and darts to the door, embracing his wife and rambling about the day before she has a chance to get a word out. Ubbe follows suit, carrying the empty beer bottles downstairs and throwing them in the glass bin, giving his step-mother a hug and heading out. Ragnar sits down with her on the couch as the twins sleep peacefully.

“How was your day my love? Did you guys do something special to celebrate you being back? A luncheon?” He asks, gently brushing his wife’s dark hair as she kicks off her heels and takes off her shirt.

“I’m utterly exhausted. My boobs leaked this morning, And I had to walk around with a coffee stain to pretend that I wasn’t some leaking cow. The girls are going out tonight, but I’m not invited because I have ‘Mommy duties’ to do.” She lets out an angered growl and Ragnar pulls back a bit.

“Hey, it’s not that bad, they’re bitches anyway babe. You at least have me. We can watch a nice relaxing movie and have some nice dinner while the kiddos sleep.” He says, brushing the hair out of her face. Upon hearing about the kids, she insists that they go to check up on the newborns.

Not to her surprise, the girls are sleeping happily and their cribs, and Ragnar follows, leaning on the doorframe.

“See, I told you they’d be fine. They’re hot as fragile as you thought. I’m not that bad of a papa, I have to say.” Ragnar states proudly, and his wife gives him a quick kiss.

“It was you that thought you couldn’t do it, but I knew you could. Let’s eat dinner before they wake up again, yeah?” She asks as she sneaks down the stairs.

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[slutforragnarssons]

Candy Girl pt. 9

Warnings: Smut, Angst

Synopsis: After sharing her bed with her lover’s son, for a second time, Jazmyn runs into ragnar’s ex wife at the grocery shop, and instantly feels crushing guilt. Ragnar assures her that she is different, and she knows he is right. Will she finally be happy?

Word count: 1,687

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A cold shower and coffee later, and I’m ready to get some grocery shopping done. After only being in our home for maybe an hour, Hvitserk had somehow managed to eat most of the food on the refrigerator. Ragnar has a meeting in the morning, so I leave him to sleep, and sneak out the door, grabbing the keys to the car and backing up out of the driveway.

Soft rock tunes fill the car as I tap my fingers on the steering wheel. When I’ve made it to the grocery store parking lot, I park near the entrance and run in with a shopping cart. The fruit section draws me in with colorful watermelons, and at the sight of the bright green sale tag I grab several, placing them into my cart. The produce aisles diminish nearly thirty minutes of my time, and when I’ve loaded my cart half full of fresh fruits and vegetables, I go to grab coffee beans for Ragnar. I’d never had figured him to be a coffee drinker, but as it turns out, he has to have his three cups a day or he bitches about it until he does.

I’m reading the label on the back of a coffee creamer container, when I feel a cold hand in my arm. I look up, and see a kind looking woman, smiling down at me. She’s wearing a long dress and heels, with more jewelry than I think I’ve ever seen in person. She flashes a grin, and pulls her hand back.

“I do apologize for scaring you dear, I know you, but you don’t yet know me. I am ragnar’s second wife, Aslaug.” She smiles, hugging me as I stand rigid, still in shock. I shake off the nervous feelings and paint on a smile.

“Aslaug, wonderful to meet you. I’ve heard so much from your sons. You truly did a wonderful job raising them, they are gentlemen.” I comment, and watch as somehow her smile grows bigger.

“ Thank you, I really did try to help them be the best possible individuals that they could be. My Ivar is a bit of a tough learner though. He wasn’t too rude to you, was he?” She questions, and I shake my head no, assuring her that he was more than polite.

After a brief conversation about both her sons and ex husband, I’ve learned something about Ragnar that I hadn’t know before: his habit of infidelity. I had certainly expected to find out about more nasty secrets, but not one like this. Apparently, unbeknownst to his sons, and the general population, his last two marriages had been terminated because of a common factor: him. His wives had both gotten tired of his habit of sharing his bed with other women, and decided to file for divorce, to protect their sons.

The ride home is silent, no thumping of the music I love to blast from the speakers, and no tapping on the leather of the steering wheel. When I arrive home, Ragnar is awake, and swimming laps in the pool. I slide the glass door open, and walk out to greet him, deciding to leave my newly found knowledge out of our conversation.

“How’d you sleep Ragnar?” I ask, sitting down and sipping at my glass of water. Ragnar swims to the edge of the pool, and motions of me to sit. I sit cross legged at the edge of the pool and deliver a kiss to his forehead.

“Amazing, my love. I did get a bit scared when you were gone this morning, I must admit.” He says, and amidst my laughter, I fail to notice his wet palm gripping my ankle and tugging me into the cold water. I swim to the surface and forcefully splash water in his face, giving him a mock angry look. I swim to him and give him a kiss, despite being angry at him.

“I love you Ragnar.” I say, kissing his cheek, and laughing at his beard scratching my red cheeks. He grins at me, sitting me up on the side of the pool, and placing one of his rough palms on my stomach. His eyes flicker up at me, and I give him a smile.

“Things will be the same later, right? When the baby is born?” I ask, my manicured fingers raking through his hair. He rests his head in my lap, and kisses my thighs.

“Of course, my darling. We might need a nanny for the baby, but other than than, I hope that we can stay the same way. I know that you probably have heard about my past marriages, but you’re not like that.” He says, and hops out of the pool, sitting next to me. I jump to my feet, and start heading inside, removing my drenched clothing and placing it on a chair. I head inside the house, continuously throwing short glances back to Ragnar as he watches my bare behind shake as I walk. At the stairs, I make a special, and practically hop to the stairs, trying my best to be seductive. To my surprise, it works. Ragnar drops his drenched shorts at the door and runs up after me, tackling me on our bed.

My head hits the plush pillows places at the top of the bed, and I smile, pushing Ragnar off of me with all of my strength, and rolling on top of him. I don’t know how I did that, seeing that he’s almost twice my weight, and definitely stronger than I. I know that he must have helped, obviously.

My lips move in sync with his as I grind my hips against his stomach, and place a hand against his firm chest to stop him from moving. Upon receiving a slap to my ass, I yelp, and jump a little, watching as laughter erupts from Ragnar’s throat.

“You think this is funny, huh?” I ask, and he looks at me with a sly expression and nods, attacking my neck with open mouthed kisses. I Guide his length to my opening and sink down, only stopping when I’m straddling him completely. I watch his face contort and hear his melodic groans as I move my hips up and down several times.

My high pitched moans match his low ones as the sound of skin slapping together fills the sweaty room. After a long session of love making, we head to the bathroom to shower, when my stomach feels different.

There’s a pain, almost like cramps of some sort, in my lower stomach. The pain burns, but is gone in a flash. I don’t think much of it, and continue my walk to the bathroom. I remove the towel draped on my chest and start the cool water.

“I could really get used to this view... your round ass and tits around my house all day. I wouldn’t mind it, we could use the opportunity to have a few kids.” Ragnar states, rubbing my ass cheeks, and giving me a smile when I pull away. When the water is to my liking I move under the shower head and let the cool water envelope me, droplets hitting my soft hair and face. Ragnar quickly follows me into the glass chamber and takes his opportunity to stand directly behind me, erection still raging.

With the water falling on my head and the feeling of ragnar’s body behind my own, I manage to drown out the feelings of pain in my stomach. Unfortunately, the pains are only starting. As I get out of the shower and into warm clothes, the pains worsen. I decide not to tell Ragnar, because I’m positive that he’ll overreact and become very protective.

On the walk from the bathroom to the kitchen, my head begins to feel clouded and each step needs to be carefully calculated in order to keep me from hitting the hardwood floor. Ragnar notices a slight difference, but dismisses it, until a let out a quick curse, and my feet fail me, the cold floor catching me. His head spins around to me, and he rushes over, cradling me in gentle arms.

“Baby? Honey?” He asks with urgency, but the voice i hear is not his. I fall in and out of consciousness, and finally slip into a sleep of some sort.

When i wake, my eyes are assaulted by the harsh light of a hospital, and a nurse stands over my body, inserting a needle into my arm. I yelp at the pinching feeling, only to receive a very sad smile from the young man. I feel my lips move, and I vaguely hear murmurs of words escaping my cracked lips, but the sounds are inconrehensible. Everything is a blur, and the man shows another reassuring smile before resting a gentle hand on my shoulder, and responding to me. When he exits the room, Ragnar approaches me slowly.

“Jaz?” He asks, walking to the side of the bed and resting his hands on the rails on the left side of me. I look at him grab my hand through the tangled mess of wires and tubes, and watch as he gently rubs my hand with his thumb. I know what he’s going to say before the words leave his throat.

“The baby.... we lost it Jazmyn.” He says, dark bags under his eyes only now becoming visible with the glint of bright light from in between the two pale green curtains.

My lips open once again, only this time my throat clenches up when a word threatens to escape. Choking sobs leave my lips and I’m soon embraced in a tight hug, watching as Ragnar smooths my unruly hair under his comforting touch.

The last thing I hear before I finally fall asleep once again, exhausted from hours of sobs wracking through my body, is ragnar’s comforting words.

“We’ll have a family some day. The gods knew this was the wrong time; all things happen for a reason.”

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[slutforragnarssons]

Candy Girl pt.6

Warnings: Kidnapping, sexual harassment, rape, angst!

Synopsis: Jazmyn awakes in an empty room, legs and arms bound to an old mattress, and Ragnar nowhere to be seen. After a torturous week, she comes home, only to discover she has been rejected.

Word count: 1,630

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My eyes open, and the bright light from the ceiling assaults my pupils, causing me to shut my eyes right away, and look to the side, opening my eyes once again. From the height I’m laying, I can only see what appears to be a man’s knees, and yell.

“Help! Help! Help!” I yell at the top of my lungs, and a man lunges towards me, straddling my body with his heavier one and shoving something into my mouth. I bite the cloth and try to yell again, but gag on the fabric.

“Listen, whore. Your father faked his death, and we’ve found him out. You will either tell me where he lives, and his new name, or I will kill you. I must admit, hiding with Ragnar Lothbrok, I never would have expected checking with him. But as it turns out, you give him half a gram and he’ll tell everything.” The man chuckles, his brown eyes full of hatred. His face is adorned with scars and scratches, and his bald head is covered in tattoos of different colors and shapes.

My eyes widen, and I use all of my strength, thrashing at the restraints. I manage to free my arm, and pull out the cloth, spitting in the man’s face.

“You fucking animal! My dad died 10 months ago! I saw him go into his grave. You’re fucking crazy, and when Ragnar finds out about this he’ll have you all gutted!” I growl at him and yell again. “Help me! Please! I’ve been kidnap-“ I feel a fist collide with my head, and my eyes close again.

When my eyes open for the second time, I’m bound to a different piece of furniture, a table of sorts. It’s padded, like the ones at the doctor’s office; the room is white, except for the occasional stains on the carpet.

My mouth opens, but I find that there is a large ball in my mouth, gagging me. Shit, I think as I try to kick my legs and half a dozen men walk into the room, grabbing at my bare chest. The first man takes off the gag, and moves his face before my saliva hits his cheek.

“If you won’t scream, I’d like to speak. This can be easy. You tell us where he is, and you go free. To your ‘Daddy’.” the man smirks and I look at him in shock, where did he find that out? I ask myself.

“Okay... I’ll tell you all I know, just please... let me go. Okay? Okay... so, my father had a mistress in Jamaica, and he took his summers there every year until he died. He actually booked a one way ticket there a few months before he passed. I didn’t think anything of it until after he died, but still it wasn’t a big deal. I was focused on dividing up his things in the will.” I tell the man, hoping he’ll untie me graciously and drop me off at Ragnar’s doorstep. I’m terribly wrong, and receive not a thank you, but a slap to my face.

“Tell me something I didn’t know, stupid bitch.” He grabs a knife out, cutting off my dress from last night. I let out a cry and thrash my legs, at no avail. This does nothing to stop the hands fondling my chest and thighs, pulling them apart.

My cries ring out, but the men continue. In my mind, Ragnar comes to save me from the hours of torture that continue, and I shut out the groping hands and nasty old men shoving their cocks inside my body. I’m deceivingly wet, I learn from a younger African American man. The men laugh as I cry, and when I pass out, I’m simply woken again with a man’s member in my mouth. I choke, and bite. Instead of helping my grand escape, the bite only leads to more abuse, and at the end of the three hours, I lay curled up into a tight ball, listening as the two men talk about me.

I catch only a few words. “Whore... broken... let her go... information.” Before I fall asleep again. The days to follow are just the same, filled with hours of endless torture, not only in my body, but my mind. The men threaten to kill my brothers, my mother, and my dog. They show me live footage of my entire family, including Ragnar, as well as their strategically placed snipers.

“Let me go... and... I’ll tell you all I know... I’ll give you my father’s computer, and his cell phones. That’s all I can do for you. Please, sir.” I beg, bargaining with the unreasonable man.

“Fine. We’ll go to your residence to pick the things up, and if you can cooperate, you will be just fine. We will let you go back home. Is that understood?” He asks, a harsh hand holding my chin still. I nod eagerly, thinking of my escape.

“Yes, yes. I will lead you there and then we can call it a day.” I look at the man, and watch as he unites me. As I attempt to stand, my legs collapse under me, due to the weeks of no use. He helps me up, sitting me on a chair, and tossing me some jeans and a small shirt. I know they’re much too small, but slide them on anyway. The clothes are ill fitting, and smell like shit. I can only imagine the poor girl who wore these clothes before me.

He leads me, blindfolded, to a car, and pushes me into the backseat, metal handcuffs holding my hands in my lap. When my blindfold is removed, I am at my apartment complex. Three men escort me up the elevator, and to my door. I unlock the door with shaky hands, and immediately go into my office, showing them the box of my father’s things.

The men take the box, and the taller man with dark hair looks at me.

“One more time, for the road, yeah?” He asks the man, and I watch in horror as I am assaulted yet again. I feel like I’m not even inside of my own body, but watching from above myself, trying to close my eyes, but not being able to.

When the men finally get off of my body, the short one swings a bar at my face, and my eyes shut again. When I awake, i reach straight for my phone. My shaky hands call Ragnar.

“Ragnar... please... please. I’m at my apartment, please... come get me... I’ll explain then. Please.” I sob into the phone and I hear Ragnar’s angry voice on the other end.

“You left me alone! You made a fool of me! You ruined things between me and a client, I was going to share you and make a deal, you lost me thirty million dollars.” He hangs the phone up and my sobs leave my body shaking. I call 911 immediately after the phone call ends, and give them my location. The ambulance comes, and they take my shaking body to the ER.

Once there, I learn that i have several broken bones, one of those being a rib, and another being my cheekbone. When the doctor asks who to call, I have to tell him that there’s no one to call.

The day after I get home, I hear a heavy knock and walk over to the door. I carefully open the heavy old wooden door, because of my arm being in a cast, and when I see Ragnar, I slam the door in his face. I hear him talk to me, first banging on the door, but I simply turn my radio up to the max.

“Please.. baby... I didn’t mean it. Let me in, please darling. Please.” He whispers, tapping lightly on the door. I decide he’s had enough torture and open the door. His smiling face falls at the sight of my bruised body. He sees my two black eyes, busted lip, hurt arm, and leg.

“Darling?” He asks, clearly wanting an explanation.

“Well that night at the club I went to go do something and all I remembered was being pulled into a van. I woke up in this place and these men asked me where my father was, and I spent an entire fucking week being assaulted by these fucking animals and when I come home and call you for help, you’re angry at me.” I start to become angry as I talk, and I’m yelling at the end.

His jaw drops, and he reaches out for me.

“Baby... I didn’t know. I’m so sorry, how the fuck could I let my little girl get hurt?” He asks, eyes tearing up.

I pull away from his touch “I don’t know... but what I do know is that I won’t be working for you anymore... I’m sorry. You can go.” I whisper, pointing to the hallway. A teardrop makes its way down his face, and he turns on his heels, walking out of the building. I slam the door and go to the couch, crying loudly into a pillow.

When I’ve cried for over an hour, I feel sick to my stomach, and rush to the bathroom, letting out the contents of my stomach into the toilet, and curse.

“Shit.” I mumble, wiping my face and scrambling to find a pregnancy test under the sink in the cabinet. I find one after a minute, and force myself to urinate on the stick. The next five minutes are hell; I distract myself by scrolling through my pictures. Before I know it the five minutes are up, and after a quick glance I see two pink lines.

I’m pregnant.

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Imagine: Father!Ragnar not letting you marry

A/N: Sorry for the gory bits everyone! I received a lot of requests for more Ragnar (and I always need more of him tbh) so I extended on my Father!Ragnar work from before.I’m slowly getting through all my requests. Thank you for your patience everyone!

With time, all things change. With time you became fonder of Aslaug and she grew into her role as your step mother. With time, Ragnar’s heart fell to the changes in your body. Your trim figure became one he loathed. As your curves filled out he also noticed the attention other men, no boys, put on you. With you as his only daughter, he felt the need to protect you no matter what the cause was.

“Mother tell him to stop!” You came in as she rocked Sigurd in her arms. Ever since Bjorn and Ragnar came home, it had been a nightmare for you between Jarl Borg, King Horik, and now the newfound rage of the older men of your family. Ragnar and Bjorn came in after, faces stained with dried blood. Ragnar took up a round bowl of water and brought it over his face to clean. You eventually dropped by where Siggy was helping Aslaug with the boys.

“On what account?” Aslaug chirps in an amused chuckle. You grab Ubbe and set him on your lap, winding your arms around his tiny figure. Bjorn’s gentle features pulled in a bemused glimmering smile that reflected in his eyes as he wiped his blade clean of blood.

“They’re brutalizing the men that are interested in me!” You exclaim while holding Ubbe tight. Ragnar scratches his chin, lifting up his face from the red tinged water.

“They come into my hall asking for the hand of my only daughter. If they can pay your dowry, they can pay the price of showing me they are worthy. It isn’t like I set a bear after them.” Ragnar works the red out of his beard. It’s not like they had to do what he did for Lagertha’s hand.

“No, you sent Bjorn Ironside after them. How is that not worse?” You suggest, flicking your hand out at your father.

“I can send your uncle instead.” He responds. You snap your tongue against the roof of your mouth, snuggling up to Ubbe like a pet. As if you could find anyone when your father was prowling around seeking who else we could devour.

“At this rate I’ll only be able to marry Athelstan.” You bury yourself in Ubbe’s blonde hair. Aslaug sets her warm hands to your shoulders, rubbing your shoulders apologetically. It’s her silent way of acknowledging your pain but when she lacks words, you know she sides with the older men of your family.

“It could be arranged.” Ragnar approves while stepping away from the bowl. You loved Athelstan as you loved your uncle Rollo. The thought of marrying him churned your stomach.

“Father stop!”

“It was only a suggestion.” Ragnar chides softly, dropping beside you. Ubbe wiggles around to face you. You comb his soft hair away from his eyes when he speaks. Bjorn looks up from his blade when little Ubbe speaks, his eyes beaming pridefully as he raises his hand to his chest.

“You could marry me!”

You start to think being single forever is looking very damn good.

[honestsycrets]

Overprotective Ragnar as Daddy~

Warnings: Mention of character death.

A/N: Based on a request for Ragnar as an overprotective father. I hope it’s okay. Gif is not mine.

When Gyda died everything changed. It all fell apart. Your mother and father were faced with a strange woman who, in your eyes, needed so many warriors because she could not protect herself. A woman ought to be able to protect herself, mother showed you that. Yet for your father’s sake, you kept your mouth sealed just as you thought you should. For father and your new brothers… you stayed behind. Bjorn needed your mother and you needed father.

“I am fine! Father stop!”

You wrestle onto your side away from him. There by your feet he sat, his hands on his knees, flinching at every cough that hacked its way up your throat. At an especially nasty one he crawled to your side of the bed like a bear to its cub, slapping his hands around your waist to hold you tight.

“Father please! I can’t take this constant stuffy affection.” Your clammy hands press at Ragnar’s chest. He ignored your calls for him to stop cuddling, only nestling his head against yours with a bump of your heads together. Eventually your squirming protests subsided into a bout of stubborn pouting when you realized that it was fruitless.

“Once you are well, I will leave.” He says as he fiddles with a soft wave of your hair between his fingertips.

“I am not Gyda…” Your words catch in your throat tensely. There is a great lull, and eventually Ragnar hovers over you with his heavy lidded eyes. You felt in the middle of your two siblings. Gyda was the one who flew away to the gods and Bjorn was his shining light of the heavens as his son. Now they were both gone.

“I did not say you were (Y/N).” He says after a passing of moment.

“You hover over me.” You reprimand when your father clicks his tongue sharply. He drops like a weight is on his shoulders back onto the bed. When his eyes slide back open, his crystalline eyes look into yours.

“You are all I have left.” Ragnar admits.

“No, you have Ubbe and Hvitserk. And that woman can give you more and more children, that is why you fancied her over mother.” Your tongue glides over your dry lips. ‘That woman,’ was Aslaug. You knew her name, but it pained your lips like the scalding ache of a hot brand newly taken off the fire. Your father inhales sharply enough that you knew he was about to reprimand you.

“Aslaug,” Your lips part and you say her name. The word hitches your breath and aches in a deep place within your heart. It wasn’t completely her fault, it was his too. Ragnar releases his breath and the both of you look up the the ceiling chasing the patterns above.

“No. Aslaug was witty and beautiful, I could not help myself. I did not choose her over your mother. If the gods would allow it, I would have kept both my wives.” He explains. There is a vast confusion in your heart over what this meant. The men in town, they did not have many wives. Some earls, you were told, did. Neither Lagertha or Aslaug seemed to be tolerant of your father’s advances towards other women. So was it natural to have one or the other?

“Then one day, is it right that my husband will too have many wives?” You ask, rubbing your nose against the edge of your sleeve. His thoughts bounced above his head. Witty replies of how you should aim for a man better than he or focus on your dream of being a shield maiden. But in the end Ragnar stutters in defeat, settling to slide a few locks of your hair behind your ear.

“No, because you won’t have one. Now shut up and rest.”