Hello! Can u do the sharing bed with the Lothbrok brothers, please? <3
Ragnar + Sons | Sharing a bed for the first time
{Vikings TV Masterlist}
Ragnar, Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar
Requests for headcanons / reactions / drabbles always open~
Content warning: suggestive themes (Hvitserk)
Ragnar
He, with all his confidence, is not awkward about it at all
He lies across the animal skins, legs spread and hands behind his head, already relaxed and happy
But when he sees you standing there awkwardly, noticing that there is only the one bed to sleep in, he lets out a laugh at you and pats the furs beside him
"Why don't you come lay? I am not that scary."
He is all warmth and silence, a type of tenderness that mixes with power and marks you nervous
When you finally settle down next to him, you notice the lack of space that the small bed has made between you two
When you feel his finger along your arm, you flinch out of surprise, which causes a deep chuckle to rip from his chest before his hand keeps travelling along you
Across your arms, across your hips, and when he realises you are showing no sign of pulling away, it curls around your midsection, and you feel his hot breath against the back of your neck
During the night, he shifts closer, until his chest is against your back and his legs tucked behind yours, enjoying the warmth
Bjorn
Bjorn pretends it is nothing, brushing it off as no big deal
But he is lowkey shitting himself from nervousness, trying to hide it from you
He actually offers to sleep on the floor at first to give you space, which you accept, happy that he is not pushing your comfort zone
But during the night, you grow cold, and you notice his incessant tossing and turning on the floor
And so you call lightly, "Bjorn?"
And he sits up immediately, one hand on the edge of the bed to steady himself
And when he sees you motion for him to join, he does not hesitate
The craving is immediate, without any delay
You open your arms and the covers and he sinks into your touch, brushing his face against yours and tangling your limbs together, your skin rubbing together for warmth
"You are so soft," he mutters as his hands find yours, squeezing them
You only hum in response, tucking yourself closer, trying to quieten your shivers from the cold air
Ubbe
Ubbe emits a steady warmth that invites you in
And he remains gentle, caring, as he always is with you
When you lie down, he gives you space
Leaves the room to let you settle, and only comes back once you are under the covers and half asleep
You wake when he enters (drunk, might I add), and he shushes you when you sit up to see who it is
"Shhh, it's only me, Y/N. Don't worry."
He collapses onto the bed, nearly crushing you in the process, which makes you groan and complain
But he only laughs against the sheets and tucks himself in
But at some point, during the darkness and shuffling of bodies, you notice how close his breathing feels
His head is basically on your shoulder, but you do not move, and neither does he
But he lets in a big inhale, "How the hell do you smell so good?"
You pretend to be asleep out of nervousness, and he only grumbles before tucking himself back into your side, drifting off to a drunken sleep
Hvitserk
It is all laughs and constant teasing from him
A little gossipy, saying "We're just sharing a bed as friends, of course, Y/N. Don't go rubbing on me during the night."
But it is a front, and he uses it as defense for how he's really feeling
Sweaty in the palms, hairs on the back of his neck standing up, being aware of literally EVERY sound you make
But he can't let you know how much this is affecting him
And even the possibility of anything happening between you has him buzzing inside, and he is half worried you could feel the heat radiating off of him
ESPECIALLY when you press up against his back suddenly, complaining about the cold
"You don't mind, do you, Hvitserk? It's only to keep us warm."
You're playing with him; he can hear it in your voice
And it isn't long before his hand reaches back slyly, running along your side, creeping underneath your thin linen shirt with slight hesitation
But you guiding his hand slowly downwards answers his question, and it doesn't take long for him to turn over completely to pay full attention to you
Sigurd
He does not like to face things head on
And so, he skeddles to bed before you do, hoping to fall asleep before you do so he can avoid the awkward chat
Well... he's the one that would be awkward
You can feel the tension as you lay down next to him
Your arm slightly brushed against his bare back and he flinched before grumbling, followed by you whispering a sorry
He only mumbles a "don't worry" before going silent again, but your hand does not go far, and remains against his back
He does not pull away or push you away, and you both accept it as a silent piece of affection that you're both drinking in
And with some bravery, your hand trickles slightly up, fingers dancing along his soft, scarred skin, and he shivers and lets in a deep breathe
"Y/N..." he lets out through a rough breath, "Please don't tease me."
"Tease you with what?" you said through a sickening smirk
But he only groans, "Forget it. Just... keep doing that."
Ivar
Ivar is not one to show affection or gentleness
He is cold and harsh, and so sharing a bed with him isn't gonna be the best experience
He warns you to keep your distance and to not smother him
Which you gladly obey, letting yourself become settled on your side of the bed while you listen to his soft breaths
But during the night, you wake to the feeling of something crawling on your leg, making you jump quickly to only find a small spider
But Ivar basically leaps up and places a hand out, gripping your upper arm tightly with a stressed face
"What's wrong? What is it?" he questioned while shuffling closer to check on you
You're taken aback by his sudden reaction. "Um... nothing, Ivar. Don't worry, just a bug."
The rough man rolls his eyes, then rubs his brow
"Just go back to sleep, Y/N. Nothing's gonna hurt you."
It was less of a reassurance and more like a promise, like he wasn't going to let that happen
It takes a while for you to drift back off, as his hand's grip shadows on your arm like a bruise
From the prompt list: I don’t like the way he looks at you + so what if I’m jealous? With Ragnar please!
❛ pairing | Ragnar x Daughter!Reader, ?/Reader
❛ type | multi– His Princess
❛ summary | ragnar comes home to find his daughter involved with someone… he doesn’t quite trust.
❛ warnings | angst, gif is not mine.
As it was, you spent a lot of time with your brothers.
Ever since your father disappeared it was… one thing after another. Sigurd’s hate toward Aslaug and Ivar curdled. Bjorn took the reins of leading Kattegat. You were at home. In your early thirties you found that it was a full time job to take on homelife with your brothers at each other’s throat. Constant intervention meant that you kept home.
Or until he came back.
“Your brothers aren’t fighting!”
Ivar wouldn’t try to kill Sigurd with father there, you learned. Good. A relief. Your mother, Lagertha, wouldn’t kill Aslaug while Ragnar was there. Also good. Also a relief.
“No, not while father is here,” you hold your cup close.
You drank with the men of Vestfold. King Harald and his brother always kept you in good spirits. Your brother’s oud sung to its own song and your hips reflect that movement, dancing as if there was nothing on your mind to be bothered with.
“That is good. That he is back,” Harald dips forth, whispering soft words in your ear. Your eyes fall down to you cup, looking at the reflection. You’ve aged, you think. Without the warmth of a lover despite the constant longing. Your brothers had made sure of it, and while you longed to disobey them, you would not do something to disrespect your mothers– or as you felt his eyes upon you, your father.
“It seems he’s looking.” Halfdan chirps.
And he should be. Unmarried, sandwiched between the king and the king’s brother? Anyone might be concerned. It often crossed your mind that… perhaps Harald was interested in you for this reason– for loyalty.
“I know.”
“Are you going to go see him?” Harald says.
“Are you pushing me, Harald? You know I don’t like to be pushed.”
“Oh, I know that well.” Harald says, his hands now in front of him. He is slow in his response. “He must have missed his precious flower.”
Good, you think. That was what he deserved for abandoning you.
“I am a flower now?”
“My flower.” Harald serenades– and you suspect that Halfdan has had something to do with that. “But you were his first.”
You hand off your drink, sighing, then pull your skirts up. The trail drags as you find your way to your father’s throne where he drinks with Aslaug beside him. Your mother leered at you other mother, Aslaug, all night. Ragnar pinches his chin between thumb and forefinger.
“Are you going to continue to stare?”
Ragnar flicks his hand, acting coy and innocent, while all the while looking at the soft headpiece that made your crown like your mother’s own. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
Ragnar’s sharp eyes motion toward the king there gathered. You shift back and look toward Harald, who turns while holding Ragnar’s stare.
“Harald?” you say. “He will be my husband.”
A wealth of questions pour out like a fountain in front of you. You can make out each question posed. When? How? Who said–
“Bjorn. I’ll be married by Freyja’s day. Then I’ll set off with Harald to his raid.”
He is silent there. Not saying anything for some time. Simply sitting with his hands upon his knees and weighing out what you’ve said. There’s a hard quality behind his eyes, as if someone had taken his sweet Aethelstan all over again. He doesn’t like the thought, palms hot and tainted with a longing that claws him.
“You’re leaving me.”
His words are carefully punctuated to instill some guilt there. You wish that you could say that it did nothing for you. But your stomach seizes up. Your throat feels mucky and dark and words are lost upon your lips. This was anger. It had been so long, you almost did not recognize it. There was a small glint of it in your words.
“You left me first. So do not act empty of heart or jealous, father.”
“So what if I am jealous? A father can’t be jealous?” Ragnar works his jaw, then dips his head down. For a moment he says nothing, and for a moment, you tell yourself not to go there to console him.
You do the exact opposite. You move up the stairs there, settling on your knees before him, fisting the fabric of your dress between your fingers. The weight of stares is heavy on your mind. You wish that you could cradle up in his lap like you used to as a child, or argue in the same way you did as a young girl when Bjorn, Rollo, and he all ran off suitors.
“If… I’ve learned anything growing up with five brothers, it is that… Jealousy is masked concern. I– I know you are scared for the things you’ve not had time for. But Harald treats me well. I… I love him, father.”
Love, and marriage, are not synonymous to him. They haven’t been in nearly twenty years. There is a tension vibrating under his skin at feeling your smooth hands on his calloused and injured ones. The man was his age. And the one thought that plagued his mind was not if you loved him.
Only that he would not be here to kill him if he did not.
Summary: You’re Ecbert’s daughter and meet the heathen King, Ragnar Lothbrok when he decides to use the bathhouse the same time you do. Ragnar shows you what it’s like to be free
Warnings: implied smut at the end, mentions of cheating
Vikings Masterlist
As the daughter of King Ecbert, you had met the famous Ragnar Lothbrok when he stepped onto your father’s land. And because you are Ecbert’s daughter, you have him wrapped around your finger which means that he kind of lets you do anything you wish. The problem, of course, lies with your brother, Athelwulf.
He is all about keeping you away from the heathens. Because “your purity has to be protected” and your brother will not “let the heathen taint your innocence”. All those things made your father laugh and put your brother in his place, saying that if you want to be in the company of the heathens then he should let you.
Watching the foreign men walk into your father’s throne room, you marvel at the giants walking closer and closer. The one in front of the group smiles cheekily at your father as you hide in the shadows. They exchange a few words and you quickly lose interest in the politics of everything.
Walking away from the throne room, you make your way to your father’s bathing room to have some time to yourself. Stripping yourself of your clothes and slipping into the water, you let out a satisfied sigh as you feel the tension in your shoulders dissipate.
Hearing the door open and close, you sink deeper into the water as your eyes snap towards the man that walks into the room. It’s the leader of the heathen’s that are ‘visiting’. Ragnar Lothbrok.
When his eyes land on you, he smirks and walks closer. “I didn’t know anyone would be in here,” he says making you sink deeper in the water so that it comes up to your chin when his eyes try to catch a glimpse of something under the surface.
“Well, it is my father’s bathhouse,” you chuckle, leaning against the edge of the bath behind you. He chuckles back at you, standing a few feet away from the edge and peeling his shirt off his body.
Your eyes run over the tensing muscles of his back and arms and you take in a deep breath. Taking your lower lip between your teeth, you turn your head away from the man in front of your when he reaches to undo his pants. A proud smirk spreads across his lips when he sees the flustered, red tint on your cheeks.
Hearing and feeling the water shift as Ragnar slips into the bath, you finally lower your head to turn back to him as he cheekily spreads his arms out on the edge of the laid out stones. “You are Ecbert’s daughter?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at you and you nod your head. “I didn’t see you when he welcomed us.”
“Athelwulf didn’t like the idea of being there,” you state with a small laugh, crossing your legs together and smiling at him. “Something about ‘keeping my soul pure’,” you add, speaking the last few words in a low voice as if to imitate your brother. “And don’t get me started on how he isn’t too happy that I haven’t married yet,” you chuckle, dropping your head and watching your hands under the ripples of the water.
Ragnar chuckles with you, lowering his arms into the water before slowly drifting over to you. You press your back father back into the stones behind you as he keeps his eyes on your face. “You don’t want to marry?” he questions, placing his hands on either side of your body and leering down at you.
You have to fight the temptation for your eyes to travel down his tones chest and possibly father past the water’s surface. Gulping loudly, you lick your lips and let out a long sigh. “I feel that marriage will only chain me up. Restrict me to do what I want,” you say, your voice more confident than you thought it would be.
“And what is it you want?” he asks, leaning closer to your face.
So close that you can feel his breath ghost over your face. “I want to be free,” you whisper, his head tilting to the side and he smirks. “Free to do whatever I want, whenever I want.”
He smiles down at you, his body drifting closer to you as a hand moves away from your side, dips into the water and pushes your legs apart before returning to its previous spot beside you. Caging you in as he moves closer to your body, you let out a shaky sigh as your eyes flutter when he places his lips to your neck. “You want to be like us,” he mutters against his skin, sending goosebumps traveling over your body. “You want to be a free woman,” he whispers, his lips moving up your neck and down your jaw. “To be a Viking.”
Your hands move under the water and touch his chest as you sigh loudly. “Don’t you have a wife?” you whisper, turning your head to him as he hums and leans back to look in your eyes.
“She’s not here,” he mutters, smirking at you and licking his lips. “What she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her,” he states before pressing his lips to yours and pushing your back against the stones behind you.
Snaking your hands over his chest and around his neck, he moans in your mouth when you gasp at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your thigh. Taking your gasp as his opportunity to dominate your mouth, his tongue slips past your lips and dances with yours.
His hands disappear under the water and grab your hips before he flips the position. Taking your seat against and pulling you on his lap and breaking his kiss. Now that you’re in a new position, your upper body no longer hides under the surface. His eyes travel down to your breasts and you attempt to cover them with your arms.
Grabbing your wrists, he pulls them away from your body and smiles up at you. “Let me show you what it means to be a free woman,” he mutters before leaning down and latching his lips around one nipple as a hand reaches up to fondle the other. The action makes you throw your head back as a moan falls from your lips.
Your hands graze up his arms to dig your nails into his shoulder as his teeth tug at the captured nipple. “That is if you have no fear is disobeying your God,” he chuckles after releasing your breasts, his hand returning to your hips and guiding them closer to his when you don’t protest.
“Fear is overrated,” you whisper, smirking at him and playfully grinding your hips against his. “I want freedom from all fear,” you say, resting your hands on his chest as he glares at you with dark eyes. “Show me freedom, King Ragnar,” you practically beg, leaning closer to his face and pressing your lips to his as you raise your hips above his.
Innocent Flower - Ragnar Lothbrok x reader (part two)
Fandom: Vikings
Warning: Ragnar being creepy (again)
Pairing: Ragnar Lothbrok x reader
Summary: Ragnar can’t help himself but to find the innocent reader very intriguing.
Part one
A/N: You asked for a second part, so here you go! Hope you’ll like it :3
You and Helga had continued the shopping trip around the market together. She helped you pick out the best flowers and herbs for the medication that you were planning to do.
“So, what did Ragnar say to you before?” Helga asked as you paid for a loaf of bread for you two to share later.
“Not much, just that he had not seen me before.”
“You must be careful with him (Y/N). He is a man that get what he wants.”
“I know, Helga. Do not worry.” You said and smiled at her.
Ragnar had gone up to Floki and demanded him to tell him everything about you.
“What can you tell me about (Y/N)?”
“Not much. She lives in the forest alone.”
“Why?”
“Because she likes to be alone, she likes nature, Ragnar.”
Ragnar caught a glimpse of your green coat again and grinned. He had to have you, even if it was the gods will or not.
“You are fond of her.” Floki said and giggled.
”Yes.”
“Aye, brother. She is a beauty to look at. Unfortunately for you, you are already married.”
Ragnar muttered something under his breath, feeling annoyed over the fact that Rollo was right. He was married, to a woman who he didn’t love.
”Floki?”
”Yes, Ragnar?”
”Show me where (Y/N) lives.”
You and Helga sat on the grass field outside your cottage, eating the loaf that Helga bought earlier. You talked and laughed about the silliest things and updated each other on what has happened sense you last saw each other.
Helga talked about how she wanted a child and Floki didn’t because of who he was and his destiny to the gods to build boats for Ragnar. It made you a little sad to see her unhappy, but you told her that Floki would come around eventually and she would be the best mother.
”Do not worry, Helga. He will give you a child and he will love it as much as you will.” you said and touched your best friend hand.
”I hope so too.” she said giving me a sad smile. We talked a little longer and then she helped me pack my things and we walked to my cottage.
My sheep’s was making more noise that usual, which was worrisome. You fasten your pace until you reached your cottage. There sat Ragnar with a lamb in his arms, nuzzling it and giving it kisses. Floki came forward from behind one of the trees.
“Hello again.” Ragnar said when he saw you and Helga arrive. You stood there shocked and looked between him and the lamb. Ragnar kept on stroking the lambs fur while never letting his eyes leaving you.
“Ragnar, Floki, what are you doing here?” Helga asked and looked between the two men.
”Not much, we just happened to find this house when we were out looking for food.” Ragnar said and caressed the lambs head. Something about what he said didn’t feel quite right. Floki scratched his neck when Ragnar spoke, as if it was a coincidence that they were here.
“Really, my king?”
“Yes.”
“You just happened to find my cottage in the woods and to cuddle with one of my lambs?”
“Yes. It was too cute to resist.”
You shook your head at his silliness. How could someone like him find an interest in someone ordinary as you?
“Floki don’t you and Helga have somewhere to be? Somewhere not here?” Ragnar asked and raised his eyebrows towards Floki. Helga moved slowly towards Floki. Looking back at you and you told her to go and that you would be fine.
Ragnar let go of the lamp at walked towards you.
“Hi again.”
“Hello.”
“It is good to see you again.”
“It is very odd indeed, my king.”
He muttered and shook his head.
“You do not have to call me your king, (Y/N).”
“But you are my king, my king.”
His blue eyes burned into your own. You couldn’t look anywhere else but at him. He was so attractive and intriguing that it almost scared you. Someone like him shouldn’t like someone like you. It was wrong, why had the gods send him your way you did not know.
“You intrigue me.” Ragnar breathed out moving his hand to touch your cheek. “Everything about you is calling to me. I need to protect you, to love you and to be with you.”
“My king…”
He touched your cheek so gently, almost as he was scared to hurt you with his touch and he was. He thought himself of a scary Viking. He had killed before, without hesitation and even had slept with other women than his wife. He wasn’t a good man and he knew it, but he hoped to all the gods that you didn’t see him as a monster.
“My king, you have a wife, a beautiful wife and children. Many children. Why me?”
He didn’t want to be reminded about his wife in this moment. He knew too well she was home waiting for him of perhaps sleeping with some other lowlife man in the town.
“Does it bother you that I have someone already?”
“Yes, my king.”
“Why?”
“Because you already belong to someone else.”
“Not in my heart.”
“But your soul. I’m sorry, my king.”
You turned around to walk inside the cottage, leaving Ragnar stunned by your words. He turned and followed you in to the cottage. You tried to shut the door before he could enter but he was much stronger than you.
“(Y/N).”
“My king...”
“Why don’t you love me?”
“I barely know you, my king.”
Ragnar walk further into the room, everything in his mind and soul wanted to be near you. But he saw your hesitation och fear, so he backed away.
“Are you scared of me?”
“N-no.”
He smirked.
“You are.”
You looked down at your feet.
“I am not used to having men in my home.”
“I can get you to know me.”
You widen your eyes.
“Not in that way. I would never hurt you, I promise.”
Relaxing a bit, you nodded your head and sat down by your fire. You lit it up and patted on the ground for Ragnar to sit down next to you. He obliged and sat down on the sheepskin.
“Tell me your story, (Y/N).”
“But I thought I was getting to know you.”
“Yes, you are. But I want to know you as well. So please, tell me how you ended up here in the forest outside my kingdom?”
You and Ragnar talked for hours and hours with no end. You laughed together, and you shared some darker stories as well. You shared your dreams and hopes. He shared his worries for his land in England and for his brother, that he would betray him. The night drew closer and the stars shone upon the sky. You hadn’t realized that the hour was so late, neither had Ragnar. The two of you had laid down on the sheepskin to talk even more and eventually you fell asleep. You on top of Ragnar and him holding your waist.
He looked down at you and smiled. This is how he wanted his life to be, a simple life in the forest with you. Not the king of Kattegatt that you were scared of.
“I hope you come to love me as I have grown to love you, (Y/N).”
Imagine Ragnar coming every single day to your grave because he misses you a little more each day - you were his wife, soulmate and best friend. The one who was always on his side no matter what, the one he trusted the most and above all, the mother of his sons. -
imagine: after a long time of declining your requests to go on raids. your lover, ragnar with much thought finally agrees on letting you accompany him on a raid.
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