#hvisterk

[vikingsbifrost]

[minami97]

OKay.... So.... I gave incorrect quote generator and this SCREAMS Ivar & Hvisterk

[ivarswickedqueen]

Little rant

So, you want to tell me, that this man who loves:

Drinking

Killing and rading!!

Fucking women

...chose willingly to be a good Christian and a monk (or whatever it supposed to be at the end?? ) Really? Are you fucking kidding me??  More ridiculous thing would have been if Ivar became a good little Christian... 🙄

Plus he denied himself access to Valhalla and the opportunity to feast with his family again?? This is bulshit Michael Hirst and you know it!!!!

[laketaj24]

I’d like to see a New Year’s Eve with Harald and something funny for Christmas for hvitserk decorating or anything you think would be good 🤷🏻‍♀️🤓 Thank you ! 😘😘

Author’s Note: I will likely come back around to Harald with the decorations! Just trying to not leave some people hanging!!! Sooo here’s Decorating with Hvitty!!!

Decorating with Hvitserk:

Hvitserk is like a kid he wants to eat everything that comes out of the bag, “is this made of a real cookie or is this a hoax?” Bites into a clay decoration.

Loves every song that comes on Pandora and tells you every memory that is attached while you do it. Let it snow plays over the speaker. “Look, when I was younger my dad would outside into the snow and sing this so loud it would wake up the neighbors. Harald hated us.” You look at him laughing. “Is that why you sung Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas while pissing in Bjron’s yard.” Hvitserk smirks. “Tradition carried on baby.”

Sings all the wrong words to Christmas Songs loudly while you try to sing them right

Dances barefoot in the kitchen with you while you attempt to hand the wreath in the hallway.

You hate decorating outside because Hvitserk for sure thinks he’s a ninja, jumps from side to side hanging lights and never falls, all the while you’re hyperventilating in corner.

Hvitserk is scared to death of all the animatronic characters and demands that they be no where in the house. But each year you wonder through the house hiding them in places he’ll set them off.

Prefers to allow you to put the star on just so he can look at your ass in the leggings.

[jazzycasino]

‪I hope Hvitserk confronts Ivar about everything he did to him, how he patronized, belittled him and drained him to the point where it ultimately messed up his mental health. What he did to Thora and her family, let him know she was carrying his child when he k*illed her. Set u‬p some boundaries dude. That’s me asking for too much bc hirst is going to erase it all.

[prettybadqueen]

You rather married to IVAR or HVITSERK?

Live in Kattegat or Paris?

Be a shieldmaiden or a princess?

[gardenflowerswriting]

Imagine being in an arranged marriage with Hvitserk

A/N: I may make a part two, if time wills it. My school and job started back up, so I won’t be as active :(, but I’ll try! I’m writing the next chapters to Cheater and Your Highness, but I keep thinking of other things like this to write about. Gif: idk, if you tell me I will give credit. | enjoy!

You sat next to your father, trying to not stand up and yell at the drunken men who made eyes at you. You weren't here for this, here to be traded like land in order to set peace between your father and Ivar. You watched as their king took a cup to his lips, "you wish to do what?" He asked as you watched some of the liquid miss his mouth and trickle down his chin.

"My daughter," he turned to you, "she has come of the age to be married. I offer her and we can forget about what happened."

His brows raised, "when you took Lagatha's side? To help fight against me?"

You rolled your eyes, "y-yes," your father answered timidly.

Ivar thought to himself for a moment, “Hvitserk!" You watched as a tall man walked towards him, kneeling to hear what Ivar whispered in his ear. "Very well," he sighed and turned back to you and your father, "she will be Hvitserk's wife then."

When you went to protest, your father did it for you, "but, she was promised to be a queen."

You looked into the man's eyes, they struck your (y/e/c) ones with a blue hue, he shrugged, "and if I die, she will become one."

"Bu-"

He held his hand up to shush him, "if you want her to be married, you'll give her to Hvitserk," you eyed the boy from earlier, a look of disgust subconsciously appearing across your face.

"Father!" You whined in his ear, "you cannot just get rid of me like this! They are animals to their women!"

He shot you a glare, almost telling you to shut your mouth before they caught on to what you said, "do we have a deal?" Ivar asked, leaning forward with a straight face.

You father looked at you one more time, his sweet young daughter, going to be ravished by the son of Ragnar, the gods had to look down on her with pity. Her own father betraying her for the greater good of his people. "Deal."

Ivar smiled, "very well! We will be holding a wedding soon then!" His eyes moved across your body, you shuddered with disgust, "till then, Hvitserk, take your bride," he smiled, "make her feel welcomed."

You saw the boy who was Hvitserk walk towards you, taking his hand out for you. You glared up at him, "I can walk myself." You pulled the bottom of your dress up as your moved upward to stand, taking it higher within your hands so it wouldn't touch the floors.

He led you down a hall way, then another one, and another one till you couldn't keep track, "here," he showed you the door, you looked at him to open it, but he stood awkwardly not knowing what you wanted from him. You pushed it forward and a large sized room stood behind it. You walked in, looking at all the things that decorated the walls, "It is not much."

You turned back to him, "it will due."

"My name is Hvitserk."

You nodded your head, slowly walking towards a table to sit, "Y/N, my name's Y/N."

He nodded his head, "oh," making his way to you to help you sit, "uh, is there anything I can do?"

You glared up at him, "you could tell me why my father just sold me off like a piece of land to a man he has never met in person." You smiled, "but I don't believe that will be possible, right husband?"

He nodded his head, "I just want you to know I'm trying to help you."

You raised your brows, "Help me?"

He took a seat next to you, "if Ivar would have agreed to marry you, you would only be his womb, just giving children till you couldn't anymore, then thrown out."

"And what am I to you then? If not a womb, what?"

He smiled, "you will be my wife, and I will treat you like a wife should be treated."

You frowned, "and how to you believe wives should be treated here?"

He leaned back in his chair, "they should be praised by their husbands, women are gifts from the gods, and who are us men to deny that," you could feel you cheeks get pink by his words, "I believe wives should be pleased everyday that they wish," he shrugged with a sly smile, "and some days when they don't ask." You could feel you heart skipping a beat as he looked at you with subtle wink.

Tags: @naaladareia @tephi101 @ivarslittlebadgirl @hail-kattegat @oddsnendsfanfics

[alicedopey]

Playing with little devils Part I: A Devilish Boyfriend

Hey, there ! Here is another “dare” I got from the @dangerousvikings and @ivaraddict Halloween Challenge.

This one is from my beautiful girl @tephi101 Since you let me choose, I picked Hvitserk for this one. I hope you like it and I’m sorry if I suck at smut. (no puns intended :p )

Pairing: Hvitserk / Reader

Genre: Romance

Rating : 18 + (light smut ahead people)

Words: 1185

“I dare you to send everyone here the dirtiest sex text you can think of.” You whispered in your boyfriend's ear.

Hvitserk looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“That's your dare of the night ?”

“Yep.”

A smile appearing at the corner of his lips. “All right.”

That was a recurring game between Hvitserk and his brothers; how to embarrass themselves in front of their parents...if the thing was ever possible since Aslaug and Ragnar never seemed shocked anymore.

You found the idea funny and wanted to join. Hvitserk agreed but on one condition: he would be the only on to play with you. He knew his brothers too well.

The thing was that Hvitserk was the most mischievous at the game and so far, you had been the one embarrassed in front of your own parents and siblings.

Last time you played, he had fingered you under the table while everyone was having dinner. The dare had been simple: do not make a sound. You hadn't made one but with your flushed cheeks and your erratic breath, you had alerted your sister. She hadn't said a word to your parents but she had teased you for weeks about it.

But the worse had been when Hvitserk had dared you to snog him for two full minutes in front of your family. You had been mortified....even your grandparents were there !

So, it was his turn to be embarrassed. But, as he nonchalantly took his phone and started texting, yo wondered if such a thing could happen.

A few minutes later, several rings indicated that he had done his duty. You eagerly gauged every family member's reactions before reading the text yourself.

Ubbe and Ivar smirked, Bjorn looked at this brother and rolled his eyes, Sigurd shook his head, Ragnar winked at his son and got swatted on the head by Aslaug for doing so.

“Hvitserk, next time pay attention to the person you're sending these things to. And trust me when I say there are other ways to seduce a woman.” Aslaug stated sternly but you saw your swore the ghost of a smile appear on her lips.

Torvi, Bjorn's wife, giggled obviously used to the brothers' antics. As for Ubbe's fiancee, Margrethe, she seemed almost annoyed. You knew she had a crush on Hvitserk – and that he had one too at some point – from what Ivar had told you. She was acting as if you had stolen Hvitserk from her and you considered she had no right to act this way. You looked at her smugly, this man was yours ! Nonetheless, you were almost scared to discovered what your boyfriend had sent everyone...just like you had dared him to do.

You reached for your phone into your pocket and your eyes widened when they read what appeared on the screen.

“U so sexy babe. I want to be inside of you so much. I don't think I'll wait 'til we get home. I'm gonna take you on the dinner table in front of everyone or maybe against the kitchen sink while everyone is gathered here. I can picture you perfectly: eyes closed, head leaning on my shoulder, biting your lips to prevent moans from escaping your sexy mouth. First, I'll use my fingers then, they'll be replaced by that big thing you like so much. I'll make you come so hard you'll end up a sobbing mess....and you'll ask for more.”

You watched him and wished you could slap the cocky smile off his face.

“You're proud of yourself, aren't you ?”

He winked. “Why shouldn't I be ? Isn't it the dirtiest sex text you've ever read ?”

You rolled your eyes. “Next time, I'll dare you to declare your love to Ivar. Maybe you'll get embarrassed.”

Hvitserk smiled. “I don't think so. Ivar will probable kill me though.”

“You can bet on that, bro.” Ivar intervened. “By the way, when the two of you get to play, can I watch?”

Hvitserk shrugged. “Don't get caught.”

“Hvitserk !” You shrieked indignantly.

He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Just kidding, babe.”

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. When everyone went to the living room and the booze started o flow, you made your way to the kitchen. You knew you didn't need to – as Aslaug kept telling you – but doing the dishes had always have a cooling effect on you.

Few minutes later, you were so engrossed on your task that you didn't hear Hvitserk coming into the room and you almost screamed when he kissed your neck.

“Don't sneak on me like that.” He kissed your neck again.

Soon, what were just peppering innocent kisses became sensual opened-mouth ones. Then his hips were grinding against your ass and you could instantly feel his arousal.

Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. You tried to ignore the sweet temptation.

“Hvitserk not here, not now.” He ignored you and sneaked his hand under your skirt to reach your panties. He pulled them aside and inserted two fingers inside you, making you startle. You turned off the tap and tried to free yourself but Hvitserk put his arm around your waist.

“Don't act like you don't want it. You're fully aroused, babe.”

It was true. He didn't need to touch you very long for you to get wet. Sometimes, just his presence was enough to turn you into a puddle.

“Besides, you had your fun. It is my turn and I say we should play the scene I wrote in my text. What do you say ?”

You frantically shook your head, reaching for the sink to support your weak legs. “We're gonna get caught.”

He chuckled against your cheek, his fingers still pleasuring you. “Come on babe, I dare you.”

You whimpered, already lost in the wonderful sensations he was giving you. You looped an arm around his neck and laid your head on his shoulder.

He chuckled again and his fingers left your core. He unfastened his jeans and your heard him put a condom on. Then, his protected sex swiftly entered you. You bit your lips to prevent yourself from crying out.

Hvitserk’s pace was hard and fast. You knew he wouldn't last long, having probably been riled up since he had sent that text. He seemed to sense it as well because one of his hands went down your clit and rapidly circled it. You soon felt the familiar tingling in your belly and your hand gripped his hair as you claimed his lips before reaching your peak.

He groaned into your mouth when he came and you followed, sobbing just like he had predicted. He smiled against your lips and pecked them one last time before letting go of you to get dressed.

You did the same. Still trying to catch your breath, your turned your head towards the door and froze when you saw locks of dark hair in a bun fleeing the scene.

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