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[aelfred]

[ @earlsingstad ]

Alfred was still settling into being King. He still wasn’t all that convinced it was the right thing, knowing that his mother had really betrayed his brother, and things were tense with them. He hated that. But, he was starting to settle into this, remembering the lessons that Ecbert had taught him, along with praying for God’s wisdom, as he tried to gain the approval of the nobles and figure out how best to handle the opposition they were currently dealing with, when it came to the Northmen. 

Today had been interesting though. Two of Ragnar’s sons had shown up with their families, and he had been able to tell the difference between how they acted, versus how Ivar had acted when he was here.  He and Ubbe had a talk or two, while they were here before, and Alfred had left it, with he would try to help him, if he ever needed it.

But now, he found himself alone with who he knew to be Lagertha. She was a Shield Maiden. He had heard stories of her from his Grandfather, tales of her strength and her beauty, along with her love of farming equipment. 

           “Lagertha, I do not believe that we have ever officially met. I am Alfred, King Alfred, although I’m still adjusting to that. My grandfather always spoke highly of you and of Ragnar Lothbrok. I met Ragnar right before he..went to King Aelle. He knew who I was exactly, when he met me. Welcome to Wessex.”

[ofodinn]

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 The power play games with her ex-husband, though not really something that most people did, were something that Lagertha enjoyed. The two of them often would bicker and flirt and well there was always those ‘hello’ dick picks she would receive also that just proved over and over that Ragnar still was as fit as he was years before.

The words make me had been an instinctual response to him telling her to behave. She hadn’t even meant to say then but the moment he responded she smirked and arched her brows.

“I don’t think there is anything you could do that I couldn’t handle. Question is Ragnar, is it possible for you to make me behave?”

Overall, Ragnar and Lagertha got along well, for being exes. A lot of the animosity that had led to their divorce had long ago died down. But, that was how he liked it. He also liked doing things like sending her nudes. He took care of his body, knew it looked good and she was definitely very sexy, even more than when they’d be young. The push and pull with them was fun.

But, somehow, he thought it would be a good idea to tell her to behave. When she said make me, it put a million thoughts in his head, and none of them featured her wearing any clothing.

“You don’t think so, hm?  Let’s see, could I manage to make you behave? I mean, asking likely wouldn’t do it, but it could be fun to try? There’s always things that involve things like handcuffs or denying you things you want, until you admit that you can behave? Could things like that make you behave, Lagertha?” 

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She made it sound so easy. But while he would say he was a northman, he was still so different, “Can I be the father you want for our child?” he asked. “I can’t make any promises to how they will be raised.”

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The Frankish ships were still docked. Rollo’s return had been met as Gisla had warned, and her husband ignored. Still, she had said her vows, so here she was; supporting him. His brother meant to attack England, which meant Rollo himself wished to attack England and he was willing to beg to have his hand in it.

Gisla kept close to the longhouse, she could already hear her husband’s raised voice along with his brother’s but she was ignoring it. She walked along, her daughter on her hip and her boys trailing about her. Some distance away walked a rather uncomfortable looking man in leather armor; a crest impressed on his chest.

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                    ❝ What had been expecting to see? ❞ There was an amused smirk on the rugged young man’s face, gaze looking to the Jarl with a sense of teasing, ❝ Had you expected to see the Alfodr in a much more WITHERED state? ❞ Head tilted, smirk never leaving as he took a step towards the woman before him. 

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Lagertha had told Ragnar to prove himself, to prove himself to her, that she was not just another girl to him. She wasn’t either. She was far from just another girl to him, and he’d tried so many things to impress her. He’d given her many goats, even going so far as to giving her one a day, for an entire month. But, there was still something that she needed.

Torstein and the other ones made fun of him for going to such efforts, but he wanted her. He wanted her hand, wanted to prove that he wanted more out of this, than just being with her in a physical way. Did he want that? Of course he did. They’d shared more than a few heated kisses. He could say that they did have something between them, but he wanted something permanent, something more. 

So, he had went about wrestling a hound and a bear for her, trying to gain her hand. Her hand is what he truly wanted.  He knew that he had to prove himself to her father too and when he did that, he smiled at her, when she saw what he had done.  Her father was pleased and she seemed pleased, and he’d whispered in her ear to meet him down the way at his farm, for his father was gone on a raid and his mother was busy in the main village.

He did not know if she’d come, but then he saw her in the doorway and smiled at her. “Are you ready to stop refusing me what I want now, Lagertha? Have I not proved with various lifestock, with my affections, with my slaying of beasts that I deserve you, to be with you, and then some?”  

He expected a rebuttal. With Lagertha, there was always a challenge. He’d grown quite accustomed to the way the woman challenged him, but she walked closer to him and he saw the mischief in her eyes, and she spoke again. “Do you see me resisting now? You say you have proven yourself, show me what you truly want.”

He didn’t hesitate anymore and he leaned in to press his lips to hers in a gentle, but meaningful kiss. Feeling her tug on his hair, he moved closer to her, deepening the kiss, as he sucked her lower lip between his teeth. Hearing the moan on her part, he took a deep breath, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth,  which she granted. 

He was about to pull back to breathe, when he felt her hand move to his tunic, and his arms lifted, letting her pull it off. He wanted her, but if she wanted this, he damn sure wanted this too.  His hands settled on her breasts, cupping them through her dress, before he decided to back them up to the corner where his bed was. Rollo was off doing something Rollo-like and his parents were not expected and he leaned her back.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

She smirked at him, as if to tell him shut up, and his hands moved up her legs and under her dress, letting his hands move up her legs, and over her thighs, until his thumb made contact with her already heated flesh.  He felt her reach for him, as she worked his pants off his body and he met her eyes. He could be intense, he could be rough at times, but this was different. As far as he knew, there’d been no other yet and he was aware of that, as he let his lips run over her body, as he eased her dress off.

He breathed in her ear. “I’ll go slow, this time. Now next time, I make no promises, but I want you to know that this is about you, and I don’t want to ever hurt you.”  His kisses grew more passionate again and as he continued, he knew full well that his promises of never getting married were over. He’d wrestled and killed beasts for her. He’d proved himself. He didn’t want another woman.

He only wanted her.