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Getting into convention vibes with a #MancrushMonday shot of the king from last December at the German Film Comic Con 👑 Next up: German Vikings Con - and more to come, stay tuned! Have a great week! 😊

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[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Unholy Matrimony: a Sham in Four Acts

Prompt: “I’ve learnt to love you.”

Summary: You (the older sister of Alfred and Aethelred) are unfortunately in York when the northmen attack. When they find out who you are, the Lothbroks decide that one of them must marry you to claim the land. Disclaimer: this is 2nd Person POV but your name is Aethelind (so a bit OC)

Cursive means either norse or thoughts (but that’s pretty simple if you take the context into account)

Part 2

Act I: Mercy

The terrified messenger had come too late to warn you. He had stumbled into York mere hours before the pagans arrived, asking you to flee to the marshes. Of course, you didn’t know that then. You had been sent to York to learn more about your Faith. Your father, Aethelwulf, had been disgusted at the shallow friendship you had formed with Ivar.

 Ecbert and Judith had suggested to marry you to Ivar to finally make peace with the pagans, which had sent your father into a rage. Instead, he sent you away to York so that you would remain pure.

 If you weren’t so terrified, you’d laugh at the irony of it all. With Aethelred gone, there was no one to protect you, and with Alfred gone, there was no one for you to protect.

 Father Matthew had ordered all the gates closed and asked the bishop to hold a mass so that all Saxons could be on their way with the Lord’s blessings. You knelt at the front, next to a motherly nun when the doors burst open, and the heathens stormed inside.

 Screams filled the church as the slaughter begun and the nun pulled you away. You almost stumbled over a man that must’ve fainted at the sight of these demons, but as you saw the knife in his belt, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

 Instead, you took the meagre protection and prayed that the rumors around Aelle’s death were not true. The few guards that were still alive and fighting quickly diminished in numbers, but two of them left their group to protect you, and together with the nun, they ushered you behind the altar and into a dark room.

 One of them began pulling open a door in the floor when someone began pounding on the heavy wood separating you from the screams and the carnage outside.

 Finally, the door was pulled open, and you climbed inside. In the dark, the last thing you noticed was the wet liquid spattering your face.

 …

 Light blinded you as the giant of a man carried you outside. You kicked in his grip, not willing to give up this easily. He only laughed in response and threw you into a corner of the church. You landed on your back and looked around for someone, or something to help you as your eyes fell on a woman next to you. Your stomach turned as you realized what was happening to her.

 You blindly grabbed for the knife as he began to ruck up your skirt. He growled as you slashed shallowly across his face and slapped you in response. You were selfish, and what you were about to do next could be worse than being raped, but you didn’t care.

 “You can’t do this, I’m the princess!” you yelled, but he only laughed. In the broken Norse Ivar had taught you, you tried to tell him again.

 “Grandfather… King.” You managed, as the door was open once again, and a man in a chariot rode in. He was wearing a helmet, but from the way he was sitting in his chariot, he could be Ivar. Ivar would protect you, right?

 “IVAR!” you screamed as loud as you could. The man on top of you stopped, staring at you confused and the figure on the chariot turned their head too. You took the man’s confusion and dashed towards Ivar.

 You barely made it five steps before the man pulled you back and you fell, but a few harsh words from Ivar made him pick you up and sit you against a pillar, a firm hand on your shoulder.

 He looked at you, surprised and intrigued. He looked older, surer of himself than the last time you’d seen him, but there was also something even more sinister about him.

 Then, he smiled brightly. “Princess Aethelind!” he exclaimed, much too optimistic. He leaned on the edge of the chariot and scrutinized you. You knew you had to look disheveled at least. “What brings you to York?” Ivar asked.

 You decided to go for an oversimplified half-truth. It had always seemed to work for grandfather, after all. “You.” You replied.

 “Me?” Ivar asked, raising his eyebrows. He looked like he wanted to ask you another question when two other men walked to the chariot. They both had the same startlingly blue eyes, and from their demeanor you guessed they were his brothers.

 The more serious one began talking to Ivar in quick, quiet Norse while the one with the boyish grin smirked at you. You stared back, trying to hide yourself under his gaze. A quick command from Ivar, and the giant hoisted you up and carried you away.

 …

 You had sat in the dark, cold room for what had felt like an eternity when another Northman hoisted you from the floor and back into the church. When you were inside, he immediately pushed you down into a chair.

 The three brothers sat at the table, and you only caught a few words of their discussion.

 “Land… chess... Aethelwulf… game...”

 At the words ‘marriage’ and ‘Aethelind’, you lifted your head. They were talking about you. They were talking about binding you, to one of them probably. Suddenly, Ivar hoisted himself up and crawled towards you quickly. He put a calloused hand under your chin and turned your face from side to side.

 Unconsciously, you leaned into the touch. Everyone here had tried to touch you as little as possible and the last time you had hugged your little brother was two days after Ivar had left.

 Then, you shook yourself out of your trance and snapped away from him. The small smirk on his face told you that he had noticed, nonetheless.

 “Are you married?” he asked you in a heavy accent. You shook your head. His eyebrows knit together.

 “Then why are you here?” he interrogated.

 “My father sent me here to become more faithful. He said I’d spent to much time with you.” Ivar sniggered.

 “You Christians are funny.” You had to smile a little. He turned away and crawled back to his brothers.

 The younger one, who seemed to be called Hvitserk nodded in your direction and smirked again. The older one elbowed him. You watched them for a while, trying to decipher their words and what they were having such a heated argument about.

 You were dragged away and thrown back into the room with a ragged blanket that you grasped onto desperately. You shivered as you fell asleep, but your last thought was of your future. Were they going to kill you?

 No. you thought to yourself. But they might do something much worse.

[halfdansdream]

edits I made for my "actor appreciation" series on Instagram. Eric, Lenn and Ivan liked and reposted their edits 🥰

[misswarmnights]

King Aelle (Tickle Headcanons)

- He is very ticklish, especially on his belly and the soles of his feet.

- Yes, this is a shocking fact! But of course, even a tough warrior king can be ticklish. There’s nothing wrong with that.

- He has a loud, boisterous laugh and lets it out freely, never attempting to hold back.

- Due to his forceful personality, I feel that he would shamelessly laugh his heart out while being tickled, showing no regard for how undignified it may appear.

- He likes tickling because his mother used to tickle him when he was a little boy.

- The only people aware of his ticklishness are his family and the servants who have been kicked in the face while attempting to wash or pamper his feet.

- He does enjoy tickles but has no control over his violent reactions so proceed with caution.

- His soft spot for tickling allows him to take pleasure in playfully tickling others from time to time.

- Sometimes he will tickle his wife and son by gently poking or squeezing their sides.

- He is always gentle and considerate when tickling his beloved wife and son, and he lets them tickle him back if they want to.

- He is even more prone to tickle people when he is intoxicated.

- Can be a pretty ruthless tickler when he wants to be.

[of-faunsandyellowflowers]

You ever watch a show, and prior to it happening, you know that a main character is going to die....so you prepare yourself and then end up fucking bawling your eyes out when it does happen?

Cuz that just happened to me and I'm all sad. Like...I knew he wanted to die but at the same time I'm just agdkddbakxb

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[midqueenally]

Vikings, season 4 episode 18 (Revenge)