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Vikings x Reader Insert Fics

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None of the stories linked are mine.

Mostly female reader inserts.

Some contain mature content.

Gifs are not mine.

Feast

Ragnarssons x fem!Reader

Summary: During a feast, the sons of Ragnar can’t seem to take their eyes off you as they watch you enjoy yourself.

Una Flor Masterlist

Ragnarssons x fem!Reader

Summary: When someone returns from a journey, one would expect for them to return with trinkets and gifts from the journey. Apparently, Ragnar didn’t get the message and instead returned with a foreign flower his family wasn’t expecting.

Series: Where Am I?

modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, (future) Bjorn

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies.

Series: Shield-Maiden

The Ragnarssons x fem!Reader

Series: Blood.

Reader is Ragnar’s daughter

Summary: the lives of ragnar lothbroks children, their stories, their legacies will be told for years to come. his five sons.........and his only living daughter.

Pet

Ragnar x fem!captured!Reader

Summary: after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Kissed by Fire Masterlist

Ragnar x Reader, others x reader

Series summary: Ragnar Lothbrok and his crew are blown off course on their journey home. Coming to a place known as Iberia, he becomes infatuated by the only daughter of the leader of this foreign land that he intended to marry off to his son. Upon marrying her, it changes the life of his young sons forever.

An Irish Heathen?

Hvitserk x fem!reader

Summary: When Hvitserk brings a salve home from Ireland all the brothers start to take interest in her at a feast.

She is not a bird

Hvitserk x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: In Eddas, every great warrior falls in love with a Valkyrie - a winged goddess equally beautiful and imposing. Hvitserk finds his after a battle as she's stitching wounds and bringing comfort to those who will not see another dawn.

Three times when Hvitserk gives you his food

Hvitserk x Reader

Life After Death

Bjorn Ironside x Female Reader

Summary: Your relationship is dying, about to die and you know the only way to get better was to end the relationship. Before you could end the relationship, you find out that he was unfaithful the entire time you were together. Leaving you heartbroken and carrying his unborn child inside of you. As well as your sons.

Sitting Down on Their Lap

Vikings x Reader

@peaceisadirtyword ’s Vikings Masterlist

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i started watching vikings like two weeks ago and this came to my mind😭 (ubbe ragnarsson x fem!reader; lothbrok/ragnarsson family & fem!rea

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How the Ragnarssons Would React to You Being a Warrior

*Warnings- talks of sex, drinking, suggestive nature, this one also has talks violence

(As always gifs are not mine and I do not claim credit for them. Thank you to the creators !)

Bjorn Ironside :

- Not saying it would a requirement but . . . . you know it would definitely help your relationship if you can hold you own in battle - If you both met on the battle field fighting for the same cause UUGHHH he would be swooning - Personally I feel like y'all he would realize his feelings for you during Paris, if you were there *hint hint* - Now all this being said he would still prefer for you to stay close to his side - This man would have such a protective instinct over you I swear to the gods - Bjorn would also gift you a necklace with mjolnir as well as protective metal garb with runes of the gods blessed at Uppsala - Before every battle he wouldn't voice his worries or that he loves you he would simply place his hands on your face and rest his forehead on yours <3

Ubbe :

- I say this with my whole chest HE IS LOOKING RESPECTFULLY - This man would see you as an equal and even ask you for battle strategies when the time comes - Whether you two are together platonic ally, romantically, etc. he would always make sure to give you something of his so you have to return it to him after the battle ("If you don't I will drag you from the halls of the gods and kill you myself" He would have that signature smirk that he got from his father lmao) - Eventually if you start giving him stuff of your own before battle he would be over the moon and you would be lucky if he doesn't propose right then and there - He is a man of words and action so directly after the fighting has ceased would search for you and then engulf you in his arms talking of how great you were and How proud the gods are of all those who fought along side y'all

Hvitserk

- Kinda feel like this man would be fairly indifferent. Don't get me wrong, hes proud ( a wee bit confused) such a person would choose to be with him gods he'd nearly drop over dead but other than that its business as usual - Perhaps it would allow him to feel comfy with being more rough when it comes to your sex life if you know what I mean - Now we all know that this poor man has a drinking problem annnnnd after every battle victorious or not you both will go drinking mead . . . . eventually you of course would have to cut him off - While drinking though you guys would be sloppily tending to each others wounds - Cuddlying will ensue no questions asked (he prefers being little spoon but does not mind having you laying on top of him attached like a little Koala)

Sigurd

- Now lets get this all sorted Sigurd doesn't love physical confrontation unlike some of his brothers *couch* Ivar *cough* BUT he would find it so hot when you have that after battle look (as long as you're not injured of course) when you are covered in sweat and blood - Don't ask if he does though because he will fiercely deny it - Once everything is said and done you can bet he will tackle you with the most passionate hug and kisses no matter who is watching - When that is finally out of his system he'll take you to get a bath where he'll scrub you down while humming a song he can't quite remember then he will "graciously" let you clean him up too

Ivar the Boneless

- I am going to politely say this once and I will not be repeating myself Ivar will have you on his side if you are a good fighter we all witnessed what with Bishop Heahmund - But seriously if you are true to him and loyal (though if we are being honest with each other he is just suspicious everyones loyalty no matter who they are) he really could not give a damn - Well that is what he'd tell you but every once in a while he might just bring you to where he is standing away from the battle purely for strategical reasons of course - Off the field this man will give you tips and even train with you. Teaching you how to fight like him, to be sly, to be quick, and to think on your feet - Now as amazing as this all sounds there is the downside of having to calm him down when hes angry and even fighting some of his personal battles like when someone gives him a tough time. I believe its fair to say that you can get protective over him even if he doesn't need your protection

Ragnar the Younger

- Kinda like Bjorn I'm not gonna say its a requirement that you are fighter however you know it won't hurt you know - Now as I am sure we are all aware family is so important to Ragnar so if you are fighting for his family's cause be it Uthreds, his own, or his fathers he would already admire you - Gods if you are ever put in a positions where you saved his life hed be like well damn guess I have found the one and he would be eternally grateful - He's the type of person who would allow you to have your own life and he will have his and you both will meet in the middle and if suddenly in life you decide hey I want to be a badass warrior he would more than willing to help you train and then let you be on your merry way (he is proud of you do not worry) - After every battle cue him frantically searching the field praying to Tyr and Thor and Odin and Freyja and whoever that would listen that you were alive and when he finds you expect to his a bright smile despite his physical state

Uthred of Bebbanburg

- He has a thing for warriors. No questions. - Uthred will playfully fight you and even jokingly challenge to draw the square for a duel. Gods help you if you accept, he will not go easy on you and if you think he would you are wrong. - If you have sworn your sword to him, he would treat you as a friend, a companion. He would even see you as someone he could trust with his life seeking you out for advice (even when he didn't need it) - Now if you had sworn your sword to someone else and you were a good warrior he will stand with you to the best of his ability. IF said person was King Alfred you and him would be attached by the hip - Idk if you all know that one scene in star wars with Kylo and Rey

- this scene this is how you both would fight, together and in unison

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Going to start working on ‘How the Ragnarssons would react to you being hurt in battle’ 👀 then maybe another episode of gotham and perhaps finally finish the first chapter of my dk!joker fanfic

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poly Ragnarssons thought where they're arguing who gets to fuck Y/n how but they're just taking so long she falls asleep instead and they have to take turns with a cold shower 😂

HOW DARE YOU PUT IDEAS LIKE THIS IN MY HEAD! DAMMIT.

Welp, now I can't get the idea outta my head so here's a drabble for you. It's super unedited but I hope you like it.

Title: Whose Turn Is It?

Words: 774

(Gif not mine)

-Drabble under cut-

"No, it's my turn."

Sigurd tossed a throw pillow at Hvitserk. "Why the hell is it your turn?"

"We've only had sex twice this week. I should get at least once more with her!"

"That's more than me!" Sigurd argued from his spot on the couch.

"That's because you went to some kind of fucking band camp, fuckwad." Ivar stated, glaring at his brother.

"IT'S NOT A BAND CAMP, ASSHAT!"

"What else is it when you and those dipshits pretend to be in a boy band?"

"Ivar, I swear to fucking–"

"Enough, both of you." Ubbe interrupted in a monotone voice, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hvitserk, you spent the night with her last night. You have to wait your turn."

Hvitserk slumped back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest with a pout. "Fine….but y/n has to make it up to me later." He sent a cheeky wink your way.

You flushed because you knew exactly what he was referring to….and it sent a throb of need to your core.

"Well, whose turn is it then?" Sigurd said, drawing your focus back to the conversation.

Ubbe stated. "Technically it's my night with her–"

"I've been gone all week! You guys were able to take my time!" Sigurd further argued.

You met Ubbe's gaze from across the living room. You could almost feel his confliction, especially when his gaze turned heated as his blue eyes took in the way you were leaning against the doorframe. The two of you had made special plans for tonight….something neither of you wanted to miss out on.

As a new round of arguing began, you stifled a yawn. It had been a long day and knowing what had been planned for tonight had left you hot and bothered all day. So if someone did not hurry up and see to your needs, you were about to take care of yourself….and lock the door so they could not watch.

Finally, you pushed off the wall, unwilling to wait anymore. Four sets of eyes locked on you as you moved. "I'm going to lay down. Whoever wins better bring some lotion cause I deserve a massage first after all of this."

Without a backward glance, you headed down the hallway to your bedroom and unceremoniously flopped onto your bed like a walrus. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and allowed the comfort of your bed to soak into you.

Back out in the living room, the arguments continued on for some time until Ubbe put everything on hold to go ask you a question. He peeked into your room and with a fond smile, closed the door behind him.

"What'd she say?" Hvitserk asked.

That fond smile never left Ubbe's face as he replied. "She's asleep. Gods, she looks adorable when sleeping."

"Yeah, she does." Sigurd nodded. "So what now?"

"We wake her up." Ivar said with a shrug like it was the obvious explanation.

"No." Ubbe shot his youngest brother a look. "She's had a long week. We'll let her sleep. Fuck. I guess it's cold showers for us."

"Fuck! I'll head out. Take a long shower at home thinking about her." Sigurd shoved off the couch, heading to the front door. "Night!"

"I claim shower first." Ivar said, heading towards the bathroom.

Hvitserk groaned, "you don't even live here."

"So the fuck what?"

Ubbe looked over at Hvitserk, who just shook his head in that resigned expression they all wore when it came to dealing with the youngest Lothbrok.

"I'll clean up the kitchen then head to bed." Ubbe said.

"Alright. Night, Ubbe." Hvitserk rolled off the couch dramatically and started towards his room.

"Night, Hvits."

Ubbe cleaned up the kitchen, tidying it up and wondered for the thousandth time how his beloved brothers managed to make the place more messy than a pig's sty. Thankfully you were also as clean as him and had no issues tidying up after the others. Once he was satisfied, he headed down the hallway. But instead of heading to his own bedroom, he opened the door to your room and silently slipped in, closing it before anyone else could be the wiser.

He had no qualms about lying to his brothers for this. He was not about to miss out on the special plans the two of you had made. Not this time.

And if the way you were soon panting his name was any indicator….you did not mind being woken up. Especially when you pinned him down for another round claiming you were not fully satisfied yet.

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Hi, I'm looking for a fic about the ragnarssons x reader. Reader joins the sons of ragnar (bjorn, ubbe, hvitserk, sigurd and ivar) in king Ecbert bath and had sex together one after the other. I'm pretty sure it was a oneshot but can't remember who wrote it. Can someone please help me ?

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LILLESOSTER - Chap 20-B (Excerpt)

You had never felt such trepidation in your entire life. Because no matter how reasonable Alfred had been in the past, one could not predict how he would react. Indeed, the speech you gave beforehand was meant to soften the blow of the revelation. But all those eloquent words were surely rendered useless now.

So instead of tempting fate, you looked to the floor and prayed things would remain civil.

Eventually, the foreboding silence of the Hall was broken by Alfred shifting within his chair. And after tensing his jaw momentarily, he focused upon you with unnerving calm.

"Whose child is that?"

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Part 7A: Vikings - Una Flor

Summary: Revelations are made, but for better or worse?

Pairings: Ragnarssons x reader

A/N: I was going to make this longer, but decided to make this one a two parter. With the second part probably posted tomorrow.

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There was no doubt in any of the Ragnarssons minds that (Y/N) was as special as their father had told them. From the first day that she came into their lives, she made a place for herself, brightening their days with her very presence. Nowadays, it was hard to imagine their lives before (Y/N) came into it. She was curious about everything, persistent to learn, loved to have fun, found ways to introduce them to bits of her culture, and so much more. These were not things that made her special, but rather they were special because it was her. It had been almost exactly a year since Ragnar brought her from Iberia and unaware of one another’s intentions, all of the Ragnarssons intended to profess their affections to (Y/N) on the celebration of her arrival.

But the arrival of a group of traveling warriors seemed to put a halt to their plans.

The day was lovely; the sun was out and there was not a cloud in sight, birds flittering amongst the trees, and the cold had yet to take hold of Kattegat. Sigurd was writing new music, Ivar was in the forge, Bjorn out negotiating with Merchants, while Ubbe and Hvitserk were hunting. All stopped in their place as the earth seemed to tremble and ever so slowly, they could hear the distant chants of men as they marched forward.

Women were quick to grab their children and hide in their homes, as their husbands and sons prepared to defend their homes if these intruders proved to be hostile. The Ragnarssons were quickly found and they also waited with their warriors in anticipation as the warriors at last stood near the gates of Kattegat. The foreign warriors did not carry swords; but small knives at their sides and spears in hand, their expressions did not give away their intentions. The foreign men stepped aside as an elderly man, perhaps their leader stepped forward as his eyes looked across the sea of Norsemen.  

“Peb tau tuaj deb, hauv kev tshawb ntawm ib tus neeg nyiag ntawm peb!” The elder man said.

The Ragnarssons looked between one another and back to the man in confusion.

“We do not understand your language!” said Bjorn.

Thinking back to the many times that he had seen (Y/N) gesture; Bjorn pointed to their spears and then to his own men before shrugging his own shoulders. The elderly man seemed to somewhat understand the gestures and shook his head.

“Peb tau tuaj deb, hauv kev tshawb ntawm ib tus neeg nyiag ntawm peb!” he once again repeated.

The Ragnarssons were at a loss to how they would deal with the situation as they knew that any miscommunication would start a battle and these warriors seemed to be formidable in combat as well.

“Why don’t we bring (Y/N)?” said Sigurd, “She might have an easier time understanding the man or at least gesturing enough that there can be some form of communication.”

“Are you stupid Sigurd?” Ivar scoffed. “We should simply kill them off and be done with this.”

“Then we could risk losing possible allies, Ivar” Ubbe argued. “It won’t hurt to have her give it a try, these men don’t seem to have any intention of fighting rather they seem to be after something.”

Funny enough, none of them could argue further because while everyone else was distracted, Hvitserk had already gone to bring (Y/N). She hesitantly stepped forward and the man’s eyes widened in shock.

“Paj?” the man asked. “Yog nws tiag tiag koj?”

Her eyes glanced at the Ragnarssons as even she was surprised at the man’s words, “He seems to be mistaking me for someone.”

“Ask him what was he was saying earlier” Hvitserk said.

To everyone’s shock, instead of gesturing for the man to understand, (Y/N) answered in the language of the elderly man.

“Koj hais dab tsi thaum ub?” she asked.

“Ntau xyoo dhau los, kuv tus ntxhais tau raug coj los ntawm kuv thiab koj saib zoo ib yam li nws” the man said softly.

“It seems I look like the man’s daughter” she translated, “She was taken from him a long time ago.”

“Could this be true? Our father once said that you descended from a tribe of warriors and these men seem to fit the description, more so as you can understand them and look like his daughter” Ivar said. 

“Why don’t you ask him what was his daughter’s name? This would be the easiest way to know if the man is your grandfather” Ubbe said.

Nervously (Y/N) asked, “Koj tus ntxhais hu li cas?”

The man smiled and pulled off a necklace that he had around his neck, one half of a flower pendant dangling at the end of the cord. Even before the old man said his daughter’s name, (Y/N) gasped as she pulled out the necklace that she herself had been wearing. An identical half of a flower pendant dangling at the end.

Both whispering at the same time, “Flor.” 

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Part 4: Vikings - Una Flor

Summary: Sometimes, in some instances it is better for things to not be pushed further

Pairings: Bjorn x reader (romantic), Ragnarssons x reader (mentioned)

A/N: This chapter isn’t as fluffy as the other ones but I couldn’t think of a fluffier scenario for Bjorn.

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood and gore, slight alluding to sexual assault

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“No,” (Y/N) said plainly as she picked up a shiny apple to inspect.

“What do you mean, no?” Bjorn asked completely shocked that she didn’t even hesitate in her answer.

She looked up at him with a frown, “Does it not mean that I do not want to? Or was it wrong word?”

“I understand what you meant, but why are you saying no?” he asked in confusion. “Wasn’t your mother from a tribe of warriors? Why wouldn’t you want to learn how to fight and use a sword?”

“She was, but I am not my Mama” (Y/N) huffed. “Don’t want to and don’t need to know, so leave me alone.”

“I won’t just leave you alone,” said Bjorn. “Even if it takes months or years, I will get you to pick up a sword and use it. You don’t even have to become a shieldmaiden, but you should try to at least have some skills to defend yourself.”

“Eres mas terco que una mula,” she murmured in annoyance. “Well, it will be long time. I never want to fight ever!”

It had originally piqued the interest of Bjorn that (Y/N) was the grandchild of the chief of some tribe of warriors, as she seemed to be the complete opposite of what one would expect for a warrior. (Y/N) was very soft spoken, only speaking when she felt confident about her words or taking the time to weigh what she intended to say. She possibly had the temperament needed for a warrior, but more often than not, (Y/N) rarely allowed for herself to be pushed to the point of getting into an altercation. It was more surprising for Bjorn when he discovered that she wasn’t a fighter either, he seemed almost insulted that as a descendant from warriors that (Y/N) refused to pick up a sword or shield.

“Come on, (Y/N)! Would it really be so bad to learn about how to fight?” he asked.

“Only blade I will use is for cooking!” she exclaimed. “No need for more!”

With a huff of annoyance, she skillfully weaved in and out of the crowd of people in the market to avoid any more of Bjorn’s pestering. Pulling the hood of her cloak over her head, she hoped to make it even harder for him to pick her out of the crowd.

She sighed in relief when after some time she looked behind her, she had finally avoided him and had reached the tree line near the forest. Setting her basket by her feet,  she reached to untie her cloak and free herself of it, when with a shriek of fear (Y/N) was yanked by her short hair.

A massive and grubby hand covered her mouth, helplessly she squirmed and scratched at her captor, struggling to breath in her panic. Her (e/c) watered and her eyesight blurred, making it even harder to figure out where she was being taken. The sound of a blade being taken out of its sheathe startled her, feeling the cool metal graze her neck lightly.

“Shut up!” her captor said gruffly, “You squirm or do anything to catch attention, my friends and I won’t hesitate to slit your throat.”

Her eyes darted to and fro, seeing the man’s other burly friends from out of the corner of her vision. Seeing that she wouldn’t make any noise, the man pushed (Y/N) onto the ground and one of his friends leaned over her leeringly. She whimpered fearfully, curling into herself to avoid being pawed at.

“Please,” she pleaded. “My friends are… have….”

In her fear, (Y/N) could not seem to find the right words to tell the men that the Ragnarssons would be more than willing to pay them. Instead, she could only stutter and wrack her brain to translate faster and clearly before the men could do anything to her.

But before anything could happen, the man seemed to choke on his breath and all looked to see a blade going through his throat. He gargled blood and with a wet swik, the blade was dragged away as he fell forward, leaving in his place the fearsome figure of Bjorn.

(Y/N) scrambled away from the man’s corpse and rushed to Bjorn’s side. The men hesitated for a moment before bringing out their own swords, making it three men against Bjorn.

“We take down Ironside, our names will live in infamy!” one of the men said as he rushed to fight.

Bjorn quickly pressed a dagger into (Y/N)’s hand and set about to keep the men away, fighting them off with ease and a wide smirk on his face at the clumsiness of his adversaries. The clash of blades and swift movements were hard to keep up with, but even with her mind scattered, (Y/N) noticed that one of the men was sneaking behind Bjorn.  

“Que hago? Que hago? Que hago?” (Y/N) thought, panicking as she had yet to find her voice in the midst of the chaos.

Shutting her eyes at the last moment as she charged at the man with a cry, she plunged the dagger in her hand and cringed as she felt the sticky wet sensation of blood dribbling down her hands. She trembled and her knees were ready to give out when the blade was gingerly pried away from her grasp.

Large gentle hands cradled her face as tears ran down her cheeks, struggling for breath.

“You’re safe now (Y/N)” Bjorn whispered ripping part of his cloak to softly wipe her hands free of blood, “Breathe with me. Those men won’t harm you, I have made sure of it.”

“I killed one” (Y/N) sobbed, clutching onto him tightly.

He shushed her softly, watching patiently as she took shuddering breaths to match his own.

“I shouldn’t have pushed you (Y/N)” he said, “The fault is mine. But I promise you, never again will you have to pick up a blade, alright?”

Bjorn tenderly cradled (Y/N) close to him in a warm embrace vowing to the gods that he would keep his promise, as he never wanted to see her in tears ever again because of his actions.

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