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Halfdan The Black x Reader

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You hated it that they intrigued you. Every time you found yourself standing somewhere there were always some of those Vikings around for you to look at. Every place, feast, formal event was crowded with one of them. You hated them and yet … they managed to do this … to keep your eyes locked in a certain admiration as they played with each other in the roughest ways. They had been here for weeks now, settling in lands and places that weren’t theirs. You needed to get used to it and still, it always kept you on the spot. The meetings always contained some of them and as a lady, you kept in de shadows. You didn’t want their attention, nor their affection in some way. You leaned your body against one of those pillars, witnessing the rather civilized talks from one lord to a leader of them. They called him King Harald and even your father didn’t feel comfortable under his words. But there was nothing you could do, nothing you wanted to do.‘Always looking,’ somebody whispered from behind you. You tensed, looking at your shoulder as you felt a body slightly leaning against you from the back. Your eyes met his, the darkness, the depth, there was no emotion or what so ever to be found. ‘never something to say. Why is that?’ He asked in the same soft voice. You looked back in front of you, ignoring his presence.‘Maybe I don’t need your attention.’ You answered him. He chuckled and you looked back to him, studying the amusement in his eyes before you looked at the tattoos that covered the half part of his head.‘I will need to disappoint you, I noticed you the moment I arrived.’ He said, that amusing smile dancing on his lips. You tried to stop the shiver from going down your spine, focussing your gaze back on your father rather than on him. But he was there, you felt it, you felt his breath not only from his chest but also from his lips.

And from that moment on he was everywhere. As you were watching them, he was watching you. And while it was all about King Harald you got to learn who he was, Halfdan the Black. The brother standing in the shadow of Harald his greatness. He was the kind of predator you didn’t want to encounter and yet you found him there, watching you as you walked around your own house. He made you shy, hiding away in your room, gazing out a window. But at the same time, you were always looking for him, having that desire to get to know him. That was the worse kind of feeling you could have. You were a lady, hiding your feelings behind a polite mask and a shy attitude. He was the brother, the one that didn’t get his ways, which made him more dangerous then you thought. ‘Lady Y/n.’ You froze on the spot, turning around to find nobody around to save you from this moment. ‘Why are you following me?’ You asked him. He lifted his hands, amused as he walked slowly over to you.‘Why are you going to places like this? With nobody around?’ He returned the question. He tilted his head, studying your face as you felt speechless under his observation. Why were you coming to places like this? You knew he was watching. But all you did was pushing your chin a little up, trying to not crumble under that look he gave. He smiled again as he stopped before you, looking down over your fragile body. ‘You want something from me?’ He asked curiously. ‘No.’‘You sure?’ He titled his head, lifting his hand as his fingers touched your face. How rough he seemed so delicate was his touch. You didn’t dare to move as his fingers stroke your cheek down to your chin. Your eyes rested on his chest, tensing as he opened his hand, wrapping his fingers so softly around your throat. With his thumb, he pushed your chin up and you were forced to look at him. ‘So fragile, how easily I can break you.’ He whispered.‘But you won’t.’ You claimed.‘Why do you think that?’ He asked you slowly.‘Because you put an interest in me.’ He was the one following you, trailing your habits and daily activities. Not the other way around. Despite the taste of this, despite you wanted to feel more, you had no desire in following him. He would only lead you into the darkness and that was no place for a lady. That dark smile on his lips faded a little as he studied your face more closely. As soon as he lifted his other hand you knew what he was planning on doing. Your hand went up, grabbing his wrist as his lips settled down on yours. Your lips tensed against his, feeling the power he put in it as he invaded your privacy so easily again. But you let him, this was all your fault to begin with. You eased in on his kiss, knowing there was no turning back. His fingers settled in the back of your head, strangled through your hair as he moved his lips eagerly against yours. And that was it, as soon as he pulled back you let your head hang, looking away then rather up to him.‘I knew you liked me.’ He stated, triumphing over his little victory. He stepped away, starting to walk, leaving you there all alone with that feeling. You looked confused towards his back until he was out of sight. And despite you were confused, you knew at the same time this would a regular thing. He would come and go and you had no idea if you would like that or not.

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Halfdan The Black x Reader

Request for: @supervalcsi Request: Halfdan looses his shit in an argument Note: For her amazing support and love, she got me finally back to writing. Thanks girl, hope you enjoy it. Many to come. ;-) Words: 1555 Warnings: Chocking - Angst

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You looked up from the piece of bread you were eating towards Björn that walked into the tent. Victory had felt so good and it was so sort tasted before Ivar killed his brother. Your eyes hardly believed the scenery when it happened and yet you was there when everybody said his goodbyes. But it wasn’t the only thing causing the tensed feeling in the air. Halfdan rejected his brother my following Björn, something that was placed all over King Harald his face the moment his brother said it. But there weren’t axes involved in their struggle. For years you fought along side of Halfdan, you served Harald and know all of the sudden they would choose each a different path. Your eyes stick on the tent you knew they were in, discussing the reasons why Ivar killed his brother, discussing the further days and months. You turned your head to look towards toward the camp, tearing a piece of bread in chewing in thoughts, guessing for yourself how the gods would guide the Ragnarssons through. It was a joined victory … but how long would it stayed joined to begin with. When Ivar crawled out it didn’t took long for the others to follow. You stood up from the tree stump when Halfdan walked out and you titled your head in question when he approached you. ‘And?’ You asked. ‘Nothing changed, I’m going with Björn.’ He stated practical. You looked over to Harald before turning around and following Halfdan to his tent. He seemed his normal self, yet he seemed distracted by his own choice.   ‘And Harald?’ You asked, standing still in the entrance of his tent. Halfdan turned around, unbuckling his belt around his waist, throwing his weapons away. ‘He is sailing back to Kattegat.’ ‘Alone?’ You asked questioning. You knew what they did the moment they left. Harald wanted Kattegat and by now maybe it was already his. There was a lot of time in between then and now, you had no idea how Kattegat would be, who would sit on the throne, the bastard or queen Lagertha. ‘You are going with him.’ Halfdan stated practical. That just stabbed a hole right through your body. You didn’t say a thing for a very long time, you just looked how he pulled out his armor, he shirt, giving you a look on his muscular chest. You weren’t only his fighter, you were his entirely and now he wanted you to accompany Harald? ‘No.’ You said. He turned around, his dark eyes hidden behind the blond strands of his hair. ‘Y/n,’ ‘Halfdan, I’m yours, I’m on your side, you are not letting me go with Harald while you go sail with Björn.’ You interrupted him tempered. He pulled a cleaner shirt and pulled it over his head, not loosing the eye contact he had with you. ‘He is my brother,’ ‘And I’m your lover.’ You hissed while walking further into his tent. ‘Does that mean anything to you?’ You asked. He lifted his hand, laying it against your cheek while he looked you into the eyes. ‘There is nobody I trust more to go with him back to Kattegat. We always fought along side each other, I know you will do the same.’ He said a little softer. But his eyes … you hated those dark eyes, always so empty. ‘I’m not following Harald.’ You protested, slapping his hand away from your face, ready to walk out when he wrapped his fingers around your throat, pulling you harshly back to him. You gasp, feeling how he blocked every bit of air from getting in or out your lungs. You hand grabbed for his wrist, trying to get unwrap his fingers while he looked at you coldly. ‘I don’t care about your thoughts Y/n, you are following my brother to keep him safe.’ He hissed so dangerously calm. You knew this was his anger, the calm anger that could get you killed. It only stated the obvious, that he had a hard time letting go of his brother. You gasped, kicking up your knee to the center of his body. He let go of your by darting back. You swung your fist into his stomach, turning around when he grabbed your hair harsly, pulling out a knife and keeping it against your throat. You breathed raspy out, still in need of extra breath. ‘You would kill me,’ you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. ‘you would kill the only person that truly loves you.’ ‘My brothers loves me, if you would love me you would go with him.’ He hissed in your ear, his warm breath tickling your face. You swallowed, feeling the cold steel resting against your throat. He let go of you and pushed you out his tent. You turned around, looking into the distant gaze he gave you before you turned around and walked away. You sat on a little hill, gazing over the boats that Björn was preparing for his journeys over the Mediterranean. Your throat fell a little sore because of what Halfdan did. He didn’t spoke to you anymore, neither did king Harald. Your eyes traveled to Björn who looked your way before closing in. You signed, looking down before pulling up a greeting smile. ‘Björn Ironside.’ You nodded, standing up from the place you sat. He walked on the hill, scanning your whole body with his intense gaze before following your eyes to the ships. ‘Are you joining?’ He asked practical. ‘No, Halfdan wants me to accompany his brother.’ You said, not even sure if you were planning on doing that. Maybe you should stay, serve Ivar instead. ‘Is that what you want?’ He asked with his typical persistent. ‘No but I’m his, so,’ ‘By marriage?’ ‘No.’ The thought alone made your stomach heavy. ‘Then he isn’t to judge. I could use a good warrior like you. I saw you at the battle, your name and reputation does you honor.’ He said, looking away from the ships down to the apple he was carving with his knife. You gazed in the distance, repeating his words in your head. Halfdan had put his mark on you but Björn was right, you were a free woman, you weren’t married, you didn’t had children. What was stopping you? ‘Is that you asking or commanding?’ You asked softly, looking up towards Björn. He chuckled, putting a piece of apple into his mouth before he threw you the rest of it. You caught it, looking down before looking back up to him. ‘Whatever you want Y/n.’ He said, giving you a short neutral smile before he left again. You looked away from Björn towards Harald and Halfdan talking with each other. You were a free woman … in the depths of your heart you stilled cared about Halfdan, you loved him.  You walked down the hill, grabbing your weapons, your shield and the little things you had before walking to Björn his ships. ‘Y/n.’ You froze and turned around to Halfdan, raising your eyebrows. ‘What are you doing?’ He asked nodding towards your shield and stuff. ‘I’m a free woman, you don’t get a say in what I want and who to follow. I’m going with Björn.’ You reacted flat. He looked at you and when you turned around you could swear he was smiling in a way. You leaned against one of the ropes, holding on to another while the boats slide over the water, away from England and the blood that was shed here. You looked down to your shield, splintered, blooded before tensing on the feeling of his chest contacting with your back. You didn’t look over your shoulder to him, you just kept looking over the water. ‘You still mad?’ He asked, his voice sounded almost humorous, like it didn’t matter anymore he chocked you, wanted to kill you. ‘Would you have killed me?’ You asked back. ‘No,’ he whispered. You felt his head closing in from behind, lips softly caressing your hair as he moved them to your ear. ‘if I would kill you I would kill a part of myself.’ He followed. You closed your eyes, resisting the urge on pushing your head into his touch. ‘Why did you do it?’ ‘Because the gods tested me, I was troubled.’ He answered. You opened your eyes, moving your head to look him into his eyes. ‘You don’t put me between you and Harald ever again, I’m loyal to you and nobody else. I’m not a piece that needs commanding. I’m still a free woman.’ You said. He was searching into your eyes, to weakness or doubt but it wasn’t there. You stubbornly looked back in front of you. He placed his lips against your temple and you closed your eyes again, giving in to the feeling he always graced you with. ‘You still didn’t answer my question, you still mad at me?’ He asked, following you face down, fingers almost carefully  running your braid away from your neck as his lips kissed you underneath your ear. ‘I’m still mad.’ ‘Good.’ He muttered, kissing your neck while his hand sneaked around your waist, flattening over your stomach while he pushed your back closer into his chest. Why was he so hard to love sometimes, while other moments he was the only thing you thought about.

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Halfdan The Black x Reader

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You clamped yourfingers around the tent, looking into the desert with no ending while three menon there knees talked a language you didn’t understand. Your eyes drifted toHalfdan and Björn, both with their backs to you as they tried to understand thesituation. It was simple, the man they needed to guard was gone and now … yousqueezed your eyes shut as they got beheaded. Your mouth dried out, looking tothe long browned haired woman throwing a look at the both Halfdan and Björn. Therewas something about that woman, being one yourself made you realize that. A manalways acted in violence a woman … you shouldn’t have come, like Halfdan toldyou. When you looked over to him he looked to you and you turned your back,walking inside the tent, knowing that you probably wouldn’t make it through thenext week because that was what woman did, they were devious, manipulative andyou needed to get your head in the game, level yourself with her if you wantedHalfdan to live.You laid down betweenthe many colorful pillows when he walked in, searching for you. You turned yourdagger and pushed it into the ground, looking up to him.‘It’s her, we need toget out of here.’ You started. Halfdan looked to the entrance of the tentbefore he dropped down beside you. ‘She is gonna kill us, sooner or later.’ ‘Sheis woman.’ ‘What are you saying with that?’ You asked sharply. Halfdan breathedin, lifting his hand while his knuckles stroke your jaw. ‘I’m saying their womendon’t act like our women do.’ He explained. Maybe you were afraid … in thisunknown land, with those unknown people. You looked away from him but hegrabbed your face gently and forced your to look back into his dark eyes. ‘Iwon’t let anybody hurt you, you are safe with me.’ He promised. You pulled yourhead slowly away from his touch and his hand dropped down. ‘I’m here for your safety,you are here to protect another, you failed, now I need to keep you alive.’ Youpulled your dagger out, pointing it’s sharpness to him. You wanted to get upbut he grabbed you with your wrist, pulling you down. ‘Y/n,’ he grabbed yourthroat in your protest, pushing you down into the pillow. ‘After everything we’vebeen through, you still don’t think that I love you?’ He asked, scouting yourface with his dark eyes. You looked up to him, shaking your head. ‘I see howyou look,’ ‘I look more to you. The only reason I look at her is because I seethere is more to her then,’ ‘Then what?’ You challenged him. ‘Her beauty.’ Hemuttered, stroking his fingers away from your throat. He lowered his head andyou willingly let him, feeling his warmth as he kissed you so delicate. It waswhen he did things like that you knew he loved you, truly loved you. ‘Let meprotect you.’ He whispered, a nose scouring over you cheek as he pressed hislips in your neck. You signed, feeling the strands of his blond hair as youpushed your fingers through it. ‘I will get you out of here.’ You promised, theinternal conflict between the two of you, protecting each other.Like you predicted itwas her. Now you all sat here forced on your knees ready to embrace your death.You looked to the sand storm, you looked to her, and him, to Halfdan and Björn.Halfdan gave you a look that made you swallow, the look like he embraced hisdeath already. She understatement you, though you weren’t a fighter, you werejust a slave. She should know better. You grabbed for the dagger, throwing itright into her chest, you smiled, feeling a little impowered in the moment ofher body dropping down. Halfdan and Björn saw it as a change to get away whilethe sand storm hit that camp like Thor would hit a village. A hand reached outfor you and Halfdan pulled you at his side. ‘You really had to do that?’ He yelled,wrestling with the storm. ‘At least I achieved something on this journey.’ Youanswered, hiding behind one of the camels while looking aside to him. And therewas that look, a look of desire and you softly smiled.

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Halfdan The Black x Reader

Warning: Smut - Blood - A little violence Words: 1614

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You pulled all your weight back, screaming, begging them while they dragged you forward. ‘Please no!’ You whispered in tears. Three months it had been, that you were captured by this savage people here on your own home ground. The only thing you saw was that hard wooden bed, the bucket, the four walls of a shed. Supposed to be a Christian princess now you were just a girl they fight for. And today was such a day, the dragged you over to what they called their great hall and pushed you down on the floor in the middle. You wine red dress puddled around you, your long hair before your eyes, begging to see just the one person you hoped to see among these pagans. You slowly looked up to the throne, only to see the king sitting there, smiling down to you. He was called King Harald you believed. You didn’t know their language, they hardly understood yours. ‘Who is gonna fight for the princess tonight?’ He asked with a victorious growl. They kicked their feet’s against the ground and you looked to all the feet until you found the pair that didn’t kicked. You looked up to him, how his leaned against the pillar, looking down to you, half his face covered behind his blond hair. In three months he was the only one were you weren’t entirely afraid off, you should, he killed your father, your brother, he had so much hatred in his eyes … you should, but you didn’t. They called him Halfdan … Halfdan the Black. He never touched you, not once. He always looked out for your best interests, a blanket, more food, talking to his brother before looking at you again. He was different, but more cruel then all of them together … so why weren’t you afraid? You crawled away, backing against a pillar when two man came to the middle. ‘The winner gets her.’ Harald said. You looked confused from the king to the man watching you … were they gonna fight? To have you. During that fight, that became pretty blooded you slowly looked over to Halfdan again. He was still standing there, watching the fight before his eyes slide to you. You never interact with him but you did now begging him with your eyes. His lips fell apart, while he took his head from the pillar and squeezed his eyes together while you whispered an “please” over your lips. He looked away towards his brother on the throne before his eyes went back to the fight and you felt hopeless all over again. What would the winner do with you? You were a princess, a Christian princess … this … The sudden sound of an axe, the warms drops of blood hitting your face startled you out of your staring. Your hand went to your face, looking down to the blood on smeared out over your hands before you slowly looked up to him. How he pushed his foot against the pagan his back while he ripped that axe out of his body. The other was already half dead and he even looked at that. ‘You want her?’ The king asked. ‘I found her first.’ Halfdan answered, grabbing you around your wrist and pulling you up. He didn’t wait for a reaction of his brother, he just pulled you out and you followed him hastily. He just killed, you were covered underneath blood, you started panicking way before you even got somewhere. It was an old house, a house you recognized giving they conquered your father his village and lived in it. He let go of you, pushing the door close behind you and you wrapped your hand around your painfully wrist he so tightly grabbed you at. You didn’t move, you just stood there, looking how he unbuckled the belt around his waist, watching you. You slowly looked up into his eyes. He walked over to your and you tensed. Until he pushed up his hand and stroke over the blood on your face, wiping it clean. His big hands, his rough fingers you thought would harm you felt almost gentle. His fingers grabbed your chin, forcing your head up so you had to look to him. The fingers of his other hand stroke over your throat to the back of your neck, tangling into your hair. He lowered his head, measuring your thoughts by keeping his eyes on you while his lips closed in on yours. He could take all of you and in a way he didn’t. From that first day, from the moment you saw his calm side he got to you. Yes, he killed your brother, your father and yet … this was wrong, so wrong but you couldn’t resist the rebellious feeling down in your stomach. You meet his path by pressing your lips to his. For a second it was completely still before he opened his mouth and demanded more than only your lips. You were a sinner before all of this so you had some experience, offcourse a pagan was a whole lot different than a Christian soldier. His tongue pressed between your teeth and you grabbed hold onto his tunic, afraid to crash down under his power, scared to get out of breath. When he pulled back you gasped for a little breath, looking up into his hungry eyes. For a complete minute it was silent, just you both looking at each other with a heated breath. His eyes trailed down over your body and you know exactly what he wanted. You were a fine looking woman, in a way you weren’t ashamed of anything but for him, for a ruthless pagan like this. He didn’t gave you much time because his fingers tore the back of your dress loose and you yelped, feeling the pressure of his lips against your ear, the soft groan that pushed the chills down your body. ‘Be careful.’ You said, you felt his lips hesitate on your collarbone, sinking his teeth a little into your skin you couldn’t withstand the good feeling it gave you, the relieving breath leaving your lips. While he brought you to that bed you made sure to follow him exactly, his kiss was more passed, like he understood your request on being careful. You kept your mind on zero, not thinking just … enjoying? The imagine of your father and brother slaughtered shattered in the back of your mind. You were the only one left here … what good were you chances if you didn’t took the protection of Halfdan? You pulled your hands slowly out of your dress, causing it to fell down to your hips. He looked down to you and you closed your eyes, knowing how red your cheeks were getting in the time he admired your body. His fingertips lingered on your skin, moving over one of your breasts and you opened your mouth only to receive his eager lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his fingers dug into your side while he laid you down on the bed. For a short moment he stopped the kiss, pulling his tunic out so your fingers contacted with his Viking skin, the muscles moving underneath your hands before your fingers got lost in his hair as his lips kissed down. They devour one of your breasts, causing you to arch, a slight moving slipping over your lips as his other hand traveled further, pushing away the dress over your hips. Here you laid, completely naked to him. His beard tickled your stomach when he turned to look between your legs. You pulled up your knee, resting it against his side when he returned to you and grabbed your chin. ‘Look at me.’ He said. Not understanding him you looked, until you felt his hand cupping your heat and you gasped for air, focusing on his eyes while all you could think of was his fingers moving there. ‘Halfdan.’ You whispered his name for the first time. His fingers stopped circling your pleasure center to look back at you. ‘Y/n.’ He whispered, lowering his lips onto yours. You moaned, opening your legs more, feeling the tingling warmth of him saying your name spreading through your body. Your fingers scratched in his back, arching your body up when he brought a finger in. He moved, he circled, he did everything to get you over the edge, moaning his name. That eager satisfying grin covering his lips as he sat up and removed his trousers. You looked down over his body, knowing that soldier you once had wasn’t in comparing of this. But something in his eyes seemed to reassure you, like he truly understood you. He spread the wetness around his length and that alone just made you long for it. But he wasn’t gentle, he rammed himself into your body, a single tear destroying your face as you hissed in his ruthless treatment. One, two, three, after six times of smacking himself in he lowered his pace, enjoying the feeling. His groans, his words made your sweaty body relax. He kissed you against, breathing against your face while the both of you came to a new highlight, he roared while all you could do was whisper. ‘I wanted to do this since the first time I met you.’ He said, hoarse into your ear. But you just didn’t understood. He caressed your body, treating it with a certain gentleness as he pulled you into your arm and you just dived away into his protection. For the first time in three months you felt save, aside a pagan.

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You are the best 😘 Character: Halfdan Setting: Viking Prompt number: 44, 54 Extra’s: protective Halfdan with overload fluffness 😍

Halfdan The Black x Reader

Note: It’s longer then expected but for you my amazing friend I would write books. Hope you enjoy this one.Words: 849 

It was the first timein your entire life that King Harald left raiding without his brother at hisside. When Harald left there wasn’t any doubt that you would stay behind alone,without the protection or the care of your husband. So Harald left alone andHalfdan stayed at your side. In a way you didn’t liked it, him offering so muchup for you, but … being the most important thing, even more important than hisbrother was quite something. You stroke your hand over your belly, trying tomassage the stretching marks he so madlyloved, your own scars, that was what he always said when he kissed your bellygoodnight. The sounds from outside the great hall pulled your attention awayfor the slight pain of your skin to what was happening. You pushed away fromthe bench and walked outside to see King Harald, with a few faces you never sawbefore, ruthless faces, faces that looked at you like you were a prey. ‘KingHarald, you returned.’ You smiled inviting, glad for his return. ‘I brought mynew friends, where is my brother?’ He asked, laying his hand greeting on yourbelly, smiling proudly. But the insecurity of those men looking at you made youa little uneasy. Just like that you felt Halfdan, laying his hand softly onyour shoulder, placing a mark for them to see before he greeted his brother. ‘Thisis my brother Halfdan. Brother, I have many stories.’ Harald announced,inviting his friends inside. Halfdan had his way of looking, that deadly gazethat would drop you right at the spot … and he was giving it to each one ofthose faces when they followed the king inside. You released a shaky breathbefore looking aside to Halfdan. ‘I’m gonna keep you safe.’ He said, gazinginside to the one man that looked back to you. ‘Even if I have to kill each oneof them.’ He whispered. He looked down to you and you titled your head alittle. ‘Don’t get in trouble with your brother.’ You advised him. He grabbedyour chin slightly, looking you right in the eyes. ‘For you I would raise awar.’ He whispered, kissing your forehead before leading you inside. How couldyou not believe that when he said it like this?The whole eveningwent with tensed looks fort and back. Like those new men joining Harald wantedto test whatever Halfdan contained. And when you looked aside Halfdan was asmuch irritated as you felt deep inside. ‘Don’t give it attention.’ You said softly.He turned his eyes away and looked at you. ‘I’m protecting what is mine.’ ‘Theywon’t hurt me.’ You reassured him. ‘Did you see them looking, one look and Iwill carve their eyes out.’ He said it so threatening that you laid your arm onhis. ‘Walk me home?’ You asked, urging to get out of here and getting him awayfrom whatever thoughts he was planting in his mind. He nodded and you stood up,walking out while he said something to his brother before following. You werealmost home when you turned back to him, his thoughts far of. ‘Halfdan, stopit.’ Guessing what he was thinking it couldn’t be good. ‘There are men in myland, in my home, looking at my pregnant wife, tell me why I need to stop?’ Hesounded restless and you stopped him from passing you. He turned around,fingers laying instantly against your belly. ‘If they know the tales of Halfdanthe Black they know they can’t cross you,’ you started, raising on your toes. ‘becausethose tales are famous and bloody.’ You smiled softly, pecking his lips beforelowering down. He cupped your face, following your body, pressing his nose intoyour hair. ‘I can’t stand the thought of losing you.’ He whispered. ‘I willpick up a sword before they have the chance.’ You reassured him. He chuckled slightly,moving his head back so he could look you in the eyes. ‘Let me do the fighting,you just keep this little one alive.’ He said, lowering down to kiss your bellybefore kissing you. Your fingers scour his scalp, others tangling through hishair before you started to smile, breaking that kiss to look at him. ‘I will domy very best.’ You reacted with a tender smile. He scour his thumb over yourlips, looking you so intensely in the eyes. ‘Then let me do my best inprotecting you.’ He said. You nodded, feeling the slight tender in his new kissand you completely surrendered to it. You both forgot the men watching fromearlier as he brought you home and unbuckled his belt. You gave him a judgmentalgaze and he pulled that slight grin on his lips. ‘You should know me better bynow love.’ He said, not planning on leaving you again, always to protective around you and the unborn baby, seeingthe danger in everything. What would it be if that child would be born?

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Hey, could I request a prompt with Halfdan? X 6, 42 and 54?

Halfdan The Black x Reader Note: Sorry it took me so long, hope you can forgive me. Enjoy!!Words: 647

You looked up fromyour food, hearing out the conversations around you as you rested your hand onwhat had to be a slight belly, but with your dress a little sloppy you didn’tsaw much of your pregnant body. Halfdan sat aside you, laughing with somethinghis brother said when you fell the first sting of pain and you breathed shakyout. You squeezed your eyes a little together, sitting up straight when anotherpain cramped your body. ‘Y/n?’ Halfdan reacted right away, fingers grabbingyour elbow lightly, always touching you. ‘What is going on?’ He insisted whenyou grabbed for your belly. ‘I don’t know, it hurts.’ You whispered between clenchedteeth. When another pain hit your body you started to panic, looking aside tohim. ‘Get a healer!’ Halfdan commanded somebody around the table. He helped youup, wrapping his arm around your body to help you out of the dining room to amore calmer place. As soon as the healer came, with a few slaves you knew whatwould happen. ‘We need the room.’ The healer urged Halfdan. ‘I’m not goinganywhere.’ ‘I’m fine Halfdan.’ You whispered. He crouched down beside you,stroking your hair out of your face while studying your face. ‘I’m fine.’ Yourepeated. He breathed out, kissing your forehead before he left the healer withyou alone. As soon as he walked out you felt panic hitting you right in thechest, knowing what would happen you looked over to the healer. ‘I’m sorry Y/n.’She whispered before a new wave hit you and you knew for sure … you would loseyour baby.The birth didn’t tooklong, seeing a baby that was hardly a baby wrapped in pieces of fabrics didmore to you then you emotionally were prepared for. You were so tired, fallingasleep just a hour after seeing that image leaving the room. When you woke upagain Halfdan was there, passing in the room. Your body still hurt but youtried on sitting more up. He saw you move and turned around to you. His eyesstood devastated and you felt the tears forming in your eyes. ‘I’m so sorry, Ilost the baby.’ You sobbed. ‘I know,’ he walked to the bed, sitting down asideyou while cupping your wet face. ‘this is not your fault love.’ He said,kissing away your tears as you only started crying more. ‘The healer said youwere maybe sick and therefore,’ he felt silent and you sobbed, leaning yourhead down on his shoulder. ‘It’s my fault.’ ‘I can’t stand the thought of losingyou.’ He whispered, pulling your head back to look at you. ‘Better this thenloosing you. We have other chances.’ He tried to be encouraging but afterwanting this so hard this was the worst moment of your life, whatever he saidto make it a little better. He stroke his thumb over your cheeks, wiping awaythe tears that were getting down. ‘Please, the gods,’ ‘Why are the gods doingthis?’ You asked angry. He signed, pressing his lips against your forehead.Saying that he know he was to blame with the gods. He was different once, thegods were maybe punishing him. It was wrong to say it out loud but you did inanyway. ‘Tell me how I can help.’ He asked; lips moving against your skin whilehe spoke. ‘Stay with me?’ You asked, looking up in those eyes. They used to befearless but all you saw now was that, fear, fear of losing you, fear of losingmore than only an unborn child he didn’t loved yet. ‘Always.’ ‘I need a hug.’You whimpered. He cocked a small smile up and pulled you into an embrace,wrapping his arms around you in the most comfortable position, holding you tightfor who knows how long.

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Character: Halfdan Setting: Viking Prompt number: 180 Extra’s: smut

Halfdan The Black x Reader

Note: Smutalert, enjoy!! ;-)Words: 670

You walked into thegreat hall, usual attitude, chin up, proud as always. You had your right to beproud, certainly after the things you accomplished. You weren’t one of his tobegin with, you were a shieldmaiden ranked under the previous king of thislands, against your will. Harald captured you in the attack and in all of thatyou saved them. Despite all of that it wasn’t Harald laying his eyes on you, itwas his brother, Halfdan the Black. You stood still before that one throne andbowed shortly, changing a short look with Halfdan who was eying you from hisstop against a pillar. ‘You wounded?’ King Harald asked. You looked down, tothe blood on your clothes and shrugged. ‘Not mine.’ You lied. Harald smiledwidely. ‘So it worked?’ ‘It worked.’ You answered, looking over your shoulderto a few men walking in. Harald dismissed you with his finger and you came tostand aside Halfdan, walking as straight up as you could although the pain flaredin your stomach a little. ‘You are hurt.’ Halfdan stated. You looked aside tohim, shrugging like it didn’t mean anything. ‘What you gonna do about itHalfdan?’ You challenged him, smiling before walking out, leaving him all alonewith that desire of him.It was late, alefilling your head a little, music pounding your ears. Your hand flattenedagainst your stomach, arching your back to feeling the pain a little out. Itwas then that his hand covered yours, sliding down over that wound to the edgeof your tunic. ‘You have no idea what you do to me.’ He whispered over yourshoulder. The tips of his fingers touched your bare skin and you slowly turnedyour head looking to him. ‘What is it that I do to you?’ You asked him calmly,playing along. He leaded your hand towards his body, that hard bumb in histrousers. You squeezed it, giving him that small grin. ‘I see.’ You stroke thefabrics over it and he pulled you closer, your back contacting with his chest. ‘Prayingon a wounded animal now?’ You asked, giving in on the brutality of hismovements. He hummed in your ear before placing a kiss underneath it, dragginghis teeth over your neck. He pulled you away from your place and you let him, followinghim outside as he took you to a shed, sheep making noise while he so freelystarted to make your armor loose. His mouth tasted like ale, a consuming tastethat took your deeper into your own blurriness. He freed the upper part of yourbody and looked down to you. ‘Such beauty.’ He curved his fingers around yourbreasts before his attention felt on the wound you had. He stroke it with histhumb and you hissed, looking up at him heated. He chuckled, dark and slide hisfingers over the edges of your trousers. You unbuckled his belt, throwing itdown before loosening his pants, seeing what it released. You licked on thethoughts of the feeling that could cause while he loosened your pants andpressed you with your back against the wall. He stroke his member between yourlegs and you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you again.‘I want you,’ he groaned, lifting you up stroking you in every possible way hecould. ‘Every night I image myself doing this,’ he pinched you against the wallof the shed, feeling your wetness. Your breath hitched as you looked up to theceiling of that shed, moaning his name. He lined himself up with you and yougladly took it, not even being able to breath when he sunk deeper into you. ‘Sogood.’ He breathed with that typical possessive tone. He started moving, themix of your pain and his movements inside of your made you come much faster thanyou anticipated. Maybe you needed a man after all. He was right … so good.

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Hello love! Could you maybe do a drabble with Halfdan with the prompt “Dance with me!” with usual brooding Halfdan and cute energetic girlfriend reader? Love your writing 😊

Halfdan The Black x Reader

Note: Thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!! ^^Words: 665

Feeling how his lipsmoved against yours, how his tongue pursue yours, there wasn’t a feeling youloved more than his greedy hands clenching into your sides. After weeks ofwaiting he finally got back and it filled you with an energy like nothingbefore. You ran out of breath, pushing him against his shoulder as he steppedyou into a little turn. He grabbed your face against his firm hands, lookingdown to you with that little grin cocking up his lips. ‘Did you miss me?’ Heasked. ‘Wasn’t that kiss not obvious enough?’ You asked him back, a littlepainting. He slowly shook his head and you bite your lips in anticipation. ‘Let’ssay that the nights were empty, the thought fully alive when I pretend you tobe with me.’ Something in his eyes changed on those words, imagining himselfhow you laid there at night, pretending his was right beside you. He licked hislower lip, pulling you into a sensual slow kiss that made you knees fell weak. ‘Let’sfeast with the men before I go feast on that body of yours.’ He whisperedagainst your lips, leaving you fully filled with a desire, after all thosemonths … it’s was normal right?You weren’t officialhis, not in the marriage kind of the definition. But men certainly knew heowned you, so when you were dancing they were all looking but not touching, notspeaking. You felt a little important by it, making your moves more challenging,like you wanted them to start hunting you, like you wanted to cause a conflictbetween a leader and his men. But you didn’t do it for that, you did it becauseyou felt his broody eyes resting on you from where he sat aside hisbrother.  You moved slower, moving yourloose hair between your hands as you turned to face him, put a little moreswung in the way your hips followed the rhythm of the sounds. It drove himcrazy, you always being so energic, teasing him for you know he loved that bodyof yours. You froze when he gestured with his finger for you to come, bowingright there on the spot before walking over to that table.  ‘Around.’ He pointed to the table in aneutral command. Your lips curled up, walking around it  before standing still behind his chair. Yourfingers scoured his shoulder, resting your fingertips against your neck. ‘Dancewith me.’ You suggested with a wide smile. Everything felt so big, so fullyalive with his return back home. He grabbed your hand, pulling you down intohis lap. ‘You know I only know one way of dancing.’ He reacted, kneading hisfingers into your tights. You gasped, grabbing his wrist before he could showhis attention with you before all of those people. He smoothed his hand,sliding it over to your waist as you wrapped your arm over his shoulder. ‘Dancewith me.’ You repeated again. He lowered his face and kissed you again, makingyour stomach clench and your heart weak. ‘Are there wounds needing treatment?’You asked him softly. He admired your energetic but as much he admired your sensefor compassion. ‘No,’ He reacted, pressing his lips against your cheek. Youhummed, closing your eyes, feeling his beard tickle against your chin. ‘Theonly wound needing treatment is the wound of missing you.’ He whispered intoyour ear. He didn’t say it  that oftenbut when he said it your heart explode. He was the most ruthless man you knewand yet, only for you he showed a little of his light. ‘Let’s go treat thatwound then.’ You reacted softly. He pulled back, looking into your eyes as heslowly nodded. You stroke your fingers over his face, stroking his hair away. ‘I’mwounded to.’ You stated, feeling how his fingers grasped deeper into yourwaist, how he made you feel alive again and you … him.

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