The Warrior and the Prince
The Escort Part 5 - Modern!Ragnar x Reader
Summary: In the series finale, we find out what happens when the truth stares us in the face
A/N: This is half smut. Also warnings for violence, slut shaming, cheating, broken hearts, fluff, blood. Nothing super gory though, I’m not Quentin Tarantino. I was really sad to end this series but I hope you like it :) Please, please, please, please leave a comment, reblog, send me an anon with your feedback. It means the world and those 5 seconds will make my entire day.
Ragnar sits on the tub in the bathroom where he locked himself trying to get away from the rage that was Aslaug. As soon as the officers left, she was screaming at him. But when she asked him how he could bring that whore into their home, something in him clicked.
He stared at her, the picture of calm in the face of her anger and said, “Lagertha asked me the same thing.”
He should have known it would have made her even angrier, but he barely ducked fast enough before a knife came rushing at him. Only when the children came rushing to see what the noise was did she calm down, and he took the opportunity to nurse his wound in the bathroom, ignoring her screaming at him the best he could.
He had to get you back.
An hour passes and the house gets quiet. He is still running through his plan when he hears a soft knock at the door. He opens it, prepared to leave then and there when Ubbe comes into the bathroom. He looks at the bloody towel in the sink, then at his father’s newest cut.
“Are you leaving?” Ubbe asks so matter-of-factly that Ragnar is caught off guard.
He looks at the bed that he had just shared with you this morning and then back at his son. He never wanted to break up his family, but he knew this wouldn’t work. He smoothed back Ubbe’s hair before going into the bedroom and packing his bag.
You felt like you could barely breathe. The air fought past your chest to fill your lungs as you lay on your bed. Here he came again, checking on you. His very presence was suffocating you but you couldn’t tell him to leave. In a way, you were afraid he was what had kept you from falling apart completely.
When your boyfriend saw the state of your dress, he pulled you tightly into a hug. He was just so glad to see you were safe, but the idea of what must have happened to you replayed in his mind. The guilt was overwhelming as he led you inside. You had ruined this relationship and for what?
So here you lay in the dark, Ragnar’s shirt under your pillow as you thought of the steps you could take to move on. But you knew you had to deal with your boyfriend first. He had to know the truth. You just didn’t know how to tell him. Every time he poked his head in, you wanted to scream. But you knew the problem would get worse before it got better.
You just didn’t anticipate how much worse.
The doorbell rang and your heart started to race. Was it the police? Had he called your mom? You weren’t ready for any guests. The door opened and you heard yelling and banging. You leaped out of the bed, swinging the door open before you stopped in your tracks. Ragnar had your boyfriend pinned against the wall, his hand around his throat.
“Ragnar, stop!” You screamed, trying to pry him off but failing. “Ragnar,” you said, a begging tone in your voice. Only then did he seem to register it was you. He relaxed his grip, your boyfriend gasped for air and you checked on him before looking at Ragnar in disbelief.
“What are you doing here?” you asked.
“I wanted to apologize” he said, his tone and gaze leaving no doubt to his sincerity.
“Police,” you heard your boyfriend wheeze, still catching his breath. You went to close the front door, turning around to take in Ragnar and your boyfriend. The warrior and the prince. You didn’t know what to do.
Ragnar came to you. You were too frozen to move. His hand reached for your face and he watched for your reaction. When you didn’t pull away, he moved closer, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you,” he whispered. Your eyes shot up to his, the same difficult to read expression held there. You knew in your heart you loved him, too. But could it be that simple?
“What about Aslaug?”
“She’s the mother of my children,” he said. “But I love you.”
“Leave now, or I will call the police.” Your boyfriend had his phone out, his thumb hovering over the call button.
“Don’t,” you said, pressing your fingers to your eyes. “Listen,” you sighed. “Ragnar, can you give us a moment?” He nodded, staring at your boyfriend in a way that made you scared for him. He walked past him into the kitchen. You took your boyfriend’s hand and led him to the couch so you both could sit down.
“Ragnar didn’t kidnap me, I ran away.” He looked at you in disbelief. “One night, before we met, I needed some extra money.” You told him the entire story, leaving out some of the explicit details, as he looked at his hands. You listened for Ragnar in the kitchen, his presence comforting you through the story as you recited it.
“I don’t know what will come of us, but I know that you and I can’t be together anymore. It’s not fair to you, and I’m really sorry.” When you were done, there was a long, painful silence.
“You’re a whore.”
You felt like you had been slapped. “I’m.. sorry?”
“You’re a lying whore!” He shouted at you, tears in his eyes. “I hope you two live happily ever after.” You saw his expression change as Ragnar entered the room, moving towards him so intently you saw the color drain from his face. Ragnar dragged him to the floor, bringing his face close to his ear as he whispered something you couldn’t hear.
Your now ex-boyfriend frantically nodded before Ragnar let him go, standing up to face you. “Let’s go,” he said, taking your hand. You let him lead you out of the door and to his car, sliding in as he closed the door behind you. You looked at your house, not knowing when you would see it again. Not quite caring either way.
Ragnar started the engine and you slid your hand in his as he started down the road. You wanted to ask what had happened with Aslaug, the children. What he had said to your ex boyfriend who called you a whore. What you would do now. But there would be time for that. For now, you wanted to just be with him. Just the two of you, away from the rest of the world.
You almost laughed when he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel where you first met. You took his hand, feeling excited and anxious, just as you had the last time you crossed the lobby. He led you straight to the elevator, leaning down to kiss you before the doors fully closed. You knew where you were going, your heart racing just as before.
The room was exactly the same. He watched you walk around, casting your eyes at him as you went to the chair. You saw fresh whiskey, but you didn’t need it as he came over and undressed you. He went to sit in the chair, pulling you towards him as he took in your body, making you feel vulnerable and free.
You straddle him, just like you did that first night. You reach for him, your lips soft and wet as you take him in your hands. You stroke him, slowly, your eyes locked on his as you work your hands, ignoring the ache inside you that calls for him. He watches you, the flexing in your arms, and he remembers the first night you met. The feel of you falling apart in his arms, making him feel more powerful than any heist he had pulled before.
His hands, gently gripping the chair arms, moved to your waist. You knew what he wanted, letting him pull your hips forward as you gently settled on him, biting your lips as you felt him push into you. When he was fully sheathed, you leaned into him, pressing your lips into his.
His hands moved up your back, sending shivers through your spine as you melted into him. Slowly, you rose your hips, beginning to ride him at a measured pace, his warm hands holding you closer as you brought yours around his neck.
As the pleasure builds inside of you, your hips move faster, harder. You start to chase your own release, feeling it build inside you as Ragnar’s hands slide back down your body to your hips, his grip tight. It holds you in place, full of him as your muscles tighten and release around him.
You let out a frustrated sound into his lips before you pull back, his eyes smiling at you before he gently raises and lowers your hips to the same pace you had when you started. It is agonizingly slow now, but his hands are too strong for you to fight the forced pace. You try to relax into it, the pleasure just out of your reach. You open your eyes again to find Ragnar watching you, the intensity in his eyes burns into yours.
His hands, satisfied that you will obey his unspoken rule, move from your hips to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them as you fight the urge to increase the pace, the pleasure building still feeling out of reach. Then he pinches your nipples, sending shocks through your body to your core, causing you to cry out as your back bows into him.
He laughs gently and you try to smile, but you can’t, the feeling building inside you becoming almost overwhelming. He pulls your lips back to his, his hands sliding back down your hips as he groans, his own pleasure building inside him from the feel of your pulling him.
Your thighs begin to spasm, from exhaustion or pleasure you can’t quite tell. He hums in satisfaction, rubbing his hands down your thighs before gripping your hips again and raising them so he can continue where you left off. He moves into you, more forceful than you had been but with the same tortuous pace. You cling to him, his hands holding you steady as he drives into you.
Like a volcano, you feel the eruption start and you open your mouth to tell him when it hits. A sound you had never heard before leaves your mouth as you lose control of your body. Your orgasm courses through you, Ragnar’s whispers in your ear as he slows down his pace even more is the only thing grounding you to reality.
You don’t know what you’re begging for as the waves slow long enough for you to think. You feel Ragnar slamming into you harder, his hands so tight you know they’ll leave bruises. You don’t care as you surrender your body to the sensations, your hands loosely wrapped around him as you place soft kisses on his neck.
His pacing becomes uneven, and you know he is close. He shoots into you, a growl escaping him that you barely register as the sensation sends aftershocks through your body so powerful you cry out again. He lays back, both of you breathing heavily as you feel the aftermath dripping between your legs. He is still inside of you, both of you still sensitive as your muscles continue to clench around him, but you just want to stay there forever.
Ragnar runs his fingers through your hair as you sleep, your soft body pressed against his feels better than he could have dreamed. It feels like home. He knows you both have a long way to go in figuring out how to make this work outside of these walls, but in this moment he knows it’s more than worth it. For now, he closes his eyes let’s your soft breathing drift him to sleep.
