Pairing: Lagertha x fem!reader (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)
Word count: 639
Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, sexual content (18+ only): somnophilia (consensual), vaginal fingering, slight nipple play, slight body worship.
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A/N: Day 7, one week in finally! Dividers by @firefly-graphics.
Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist
You wish you could watch her wake up with the sun. See the sleepy smile spread on her face as the light hits lustrous honey tresses that splay on your pillows, head tucking itself into the crook of your neck and muscle rippling under inked chainmail as she rolls over with eager, open eyes. A loyal warrior braver than most; a devoted but vigilant queen; and a love you know will last beyond your lifetime - you understand that you’ll never be worthy of any part of Lagertha.
Alas, the gods are vicious, bitter beings, so a deal is a deal and a dream can be no more than desirable thinking. In the dark you hide once more, wishing you could be a better half to an already beautiful whole.
Fur gives way to skin as your body transforms into its true form, and you peel off the covers atop your sleeping shield maiden. Even in the cover of night, you can tell that Lagertha sleeps like the free woman she was born to be, arms stretching out waiting for the world to come and show her the glories and horrors of the new dawn.
Again, you momentarily lament how cruel those you once worshipped must be to damn the both of you.
Your fingers trace the Drakkar on her bare thigh, their own adventure just beginning. Bending your head to her chest you nuzzle her soft mounds, tongue sweeping across scar tissue and teeth tenderling plucking at the small red buds. She hums, pleased, but otherwise remains still.
The trust she has in you makes your heart swell, the tumultuous journey to earn it well worth the wait.
Your hand glides up battle-made curves and grazes her folds, fingertips prying them apart to rediscover her heated core. A thumb begins to gingerly rub circles her nub as your mouth latches on to her hardening nipple, and you moan at the taste of sweetness and sweat - surely all Valkyries taste like this.
Yet another memory to savour for when you’re both finally and blessedly free.
A wispy sigh escapes your fearsome companion as her cunt bucks subconsciously. With your other hand giving her other breast the attention it deserves, you press your thumb down and swipe faster, index finger teasing the opening of her dampening sex before eventually working its way in, eager to find that spongey and magical spot.
There’s a jerking of hips and legs, followed by a sharp gasp, the breathlessness in her following proclamation pleasing you greatly. “I’m happy you’ve found your - gods - boldness again, precious Skogkatt. Fuck, don’t stop.”
Whether it’s due to Lagertha’s status or in your nature, you obey, taking great pride and pleasure in watching her unravel within minutes. The euphonious moan she releases as you sink another finger into her wet pussy has your own clenching in arousal, leaving you struggling, desperate to stave off your own orgasm long enough for her to finish riding out her own waves of bliss.
Her legs stop shaking not long after and the lusty fervor growing in your slick heat fades to a dull throbbing. Whispering sweet nothings she caresses your arms as you move up to touch your lips to her waiting and wanting ones.
She kisses you as slowly as an ember burns. “One day I will know your face. I will wake up in Sunna’s light and see you as unashamedly and freely as you see me.”
Though Lagertha can’t see it, she can feel the tear that lands on her nose as you wistfully say, “That which has become so dear to me, I could wish for nothing more. But, my Queen, today is not that day.”
Her kisses continue, an immediate reassurance and a hopeful declaration for the future.
Lagertha getting pissed at men or women who hit on you, she will stare them down, grabbing your hand or stepping in front of you. She is terrified that one day you will realize you could do better than her, that she doesn't deserve you. No matter how many times you tell her that it would be impossible for you to live without you.
Lagertha insists that you sit beside her when she has to receive allies or negotiate treaties. She feels the weight of her responsibility heavily, but you make her feel like she can defend her people. You remind her what's at stake. What she has to lose.
The first time Lagertha sees you, she is taken by your beauty, your intricately braided hair, your slim waist. She knew immediately that you were the woman for her, that she had to make you hers.
