IMAGINE: The Ragnarssons suddenly coming down with a bad case of baby fever.
Warning: None
Pairings: Reader x each Ragnarsson
For @walkxthexmoon
BJORN:
Ever the silent type, he didn’t initially know what to make of his feelings. “A little one?” He scoffed to himself. “I have no time. I’m far too busy with raids and securing a legacy. Aren’t I?”
But after several months passed, he couldn’t shake the feeling.
Whenever his brothers gathered at your homestead, he would steal glances at his youngest nephews and nieces. One day during the opening ceremony for the Harvest Festival, he actually found himself soothing Hvitserk’s daughter.
Something he had NEVER done with any children. When you looked and noticed him wiping tears from the toddler’s face, Bjorn gave you a weak smile. Hoping that the image would somehow give you ideas.
He wanted you to see that despite his rough edges and past mistakes, he possessed parental instincts.
“What happened? Did she fall?” You asked as you walked over.
“Nothing like that. I think one of the other children took a toy from her.” Bjorn replied before lifting her in his arms.
When that didn’t really get any reaction from you, he frowned but quickly changed expressions.
But what did he expect? You weren’t a mind reader. Several days later, Bjorn returned from a hunt, sulking as always. Without coming to tell you of his arrival, he began skinning the dear in the shed.
And doing so quite angrily.
When you approached some time later, he looked up momentarily before returning to the task at hand.
“I hope I’m not bothering you...” You began. “But, something has been on my mind as of late. If it’s alright, I would like for us to to talk about it. When you have time, of course.”
“Y/N, there is no better time than the present.” He said without looking at you. As he cut into the hide of the dear, he shrugged. “Besides, it is not my ears I’m using to prepare this meat.”
You stared at him, wondering why he even felt the need to say that.
And it wasn’t the first time he had been condescending or short-tempered as of late. Fixing your skirts, you sat down on a nearby bench and watched him for a short while.
“Do you have another woman?” You asked. His neck snapped in your direction, but you raised a hand. “Before you answer, let me finish, please. I know it is the way of your people, but I............do not like it. I’m sorry if it upsets you. Despite what anyone else does in Kattegat, I do not wish to share my husband.”
“And who says you are sharing me?” Bjorn snapped, despite knowing you were totally mistaken.
His moodiness had gotten the best of him. So instead of denying that he had a mistress, he chose to be argumentative.
“Well, it’s the way you have been behaving toward me. Almost aloof in a way.”
“Aloof?” He repeated with a scoff, his brow creased in annoyance. “And what do you know of my mood or anything else for that matter? Are you not busy helping Torvi and the others with their children? Every time I turn around, you are in someone else’s home.”
“But I don’t understand. Is that not my duty? To be of help to our family members.” You protested. “Besides, what does that have to do with what I asked you?”
“I heard no question.”
With that Bjorn returned to skinning the dear making you wish you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he loved this other woman. Perhaps that was the reason he was being so defensive.
Giving up on having a cordial conversation, you stood. But as you were walking away, you felt a firm grip on your arm. You turned to see Bjorn looking down at you with a mixture of anger and anxiety.
“What is it? Are you going to tell me the truth about this woman or not?”
After sighing loudly, Bjorn demanded that you shut up and allow him to speak. Surprised by his odd behavior, you fell silent and folded your arms over your chest.
“There is no woman!” He said, pacing as he wiped his bloody hands of the black apron about his waist. “If you really must know what is troubling me, it’s you! You are the problem, Y/N!
“Me? But I don’t understand. What have I done to offend you?”
“Why do you not ask for children like most women?”
“Pardon?”
“Just look at you! You go about as if you are happy with the way things are. Do you not wish for me to give you a child? For us to have a little girl or boy running around our own home that I can chase after?”
You blinked as if you were making sure it wasn’t a dream.
Was this the same Bjorn Ironside who swore that he didn’t want anymore children? The same man who said that the children he had with Torvi and his other two wives were either disappointments or burdens?
Stepping closer, you gazed into his eyes before stating that you had no idea that he felt so strongly.
“I do.” Bjorn confessed, pressing his forehead to yours. “Y/N, you are the only woman that has put my soul at ease and kept me faithful. There is nothing more I want now than to complete that happiness.
“And a baby will do that?”
“Yes.” He replied almost in a whisper. “Do you think it------”
“I want to carry your babies.” You said, cutting of his words.
You then, wrapped your arms around his neck.
Relieved, Bjorn snaked one arm about your waist before closing his eyes. Finally, he felt like the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders.
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UBBE:
It wasn’t normal, that you knew.
The manner in which your husband now stayed away from home was very unusual. Though he did enjoy drinking with his brothers and friends, Ubbe never made it a habit to come home in the middle of the night.
But these days, those were the hours he kept.
You tried to feign sleep as you heard him enter the chamber, knowing he would likely be in the mood for a fight.
That was his routine now. His duties in the daytime and festivities with the menfolk at night. And you were quite sick of it.
When you felt the bed sink as he removed his boots, you couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting up, you glared at him.
“Again?” You seethed as he tried to ignore you. “For over five months now you have been on a tear. Drinking and carousing with your brothers into the wee hours. The desire to have a good time is understandable. But neglecting me to do so, is cruel. And personally, I’m sick of it!”
“Y/N, be quiet and go to sleep.” Ubbe replied dismissively, slurring his words.
Saying nothing further, he laid down, still fully dressed. Even if you wanted, the conversation couldn’t have continued. Ubbe was so sloshed, he fell asleep almost immediately.
And so, his behavior continued.
For several more weeks his routine of being with the menfolk carried on.
One particular night, after getting dressed nicely, you sat motionless in a
chair. If it wasn’t for the presence of Thralls and servants, you would have burst into tears. But suddenly, you rose to your feet.
Holding the skirts of your lavish gown, you left the longhouse. You were a wife, not a mistress. If Ubbe thought you were going to be ignored, he had another thing coming.
With several guards trailing you, you headed toward Ivar’s estate which wasn’t too far away. It was time to confront your husband.
When you arrived in the Great Hall, you could hardly move through the crowd. Thankfully, the guards pushed people out of your way. Others took notice that a Princess was present and cleared a path themselves.
Looking up from his horn, Ivar chuckled.
“You’re a dead man.” He announced happily, flicking his head in your direction. “Y/N looks to be on the warpath.”
With amused smiles, the Ragnarssons along with King Harald watched as you made your way to their table. Without greeting any of them, you looked straight at Ubbe.
“Y/N, why are you here?” He asked casually as he leaned back in his chair.
“I came to take you home.”
Your response sent a wave of chuckles around the table but you didn’t pay them any mind. You were focused on your husband.
“Go. I will be there soon enough.”
“No. You won’t.” You whispered, leaning in closer. “Please, I am begging you to prove that you still love me. Let us leave together.”
Ubbe’s blue eyes fell on yours. For a moment you thought he was going to say something but then, he drank from his horn.
“Fine!” You said with a straight neck. If that is how he wanted it, you would leave him be. And though you felt the tears welling, you would not cry here. That
would be done in private. “I will go home, Ubbe. But do not expect to see me upon your return. Not now. Not ever!”
The men at the table exchanged glances, knowing that such threats weren’t to be taken lightly. As you walked away, Ubbe watched until you disappeared
through the door.
Then, without a word, he quickly jumped to his feet.
He found you outside, about to start the journey home. Rushing over, he cut off your path.
“Get out of my way you.....................you bastard!” You yelled, trying to push him away. “Go back to your friends and brothers. I will bother you no more.”
Falling to his knees, Ubbe wrapped his arms around your legs, begging for you to listen.
“Fine. But make it quick. I wish to pack my things.”
“Y/N, please do not be so cross with me. I do not wish for you to leave.”
“Really? Then why do you neglect me so much these days? If you wanted me gone, then you should have just said so. I do not wish to be a burden if you no longer love me.”
“But I do love you.” Ubbe said, his voice cracking. “I love you more than anything in this world. That is why I’m so scared.”
You cupped his face, looking down with confusion before asking what was he going on about.
“I want...........”
He hesitated. Like the words were caught in his throat.
“What is it?” You coaxed, trying to encourage him to speak. “Whatever it is, let us discuss it.”
“I want to have a baby with you. So very much.” He finally confessed, rushing the words. “But, I’m terrified, Y/N. I’m scared of losing you.”
You caressed his face, relieved that nothing had come between you. All along it wasn’t that your husband was running from you, he was running from his fears.
“Ubbe, the Gods decide if a woman dies in childbirth. And since none of us know fate, let us not think such dark things. Especially when it comes to something so beautiful.”
“I know. It’s just that...........I can’t live without you. I would rather die a thousand deaths.”
Touched by his confession, you managed to coax him to his feet again. As soon as he had done so, you embraced Ubbe, nestling your head against his chest.
“I will not rush you, Y/N. When you feel your body is ready, you can stop taking your herbs.”
“We shall have our baby sooner than later. And the Gods will bless us with many more afterward.”
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SIGURD:
“Please no more.” You protested as you looked at the plate before you.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like fried apple slices, and all the other delicacies at the table. However, you just couldn’t take another bite. Why Sigurd insisted on shoveling so much food onto your platters lately, you didn’t know.
Perhaps he was just being overly attentive.
Being the most neglected of the Ragnarsson, it had caused him to be more aware of other people’s feelings. Since the day you met, he had always taken great care of you.
But as of late, it was almost to a fault.
“You just need to wait for a few minutes.” Sigurd said, before motioning a Thrall to pour goat’s milk into your cup. “But I think you should have some more. After all, it was made this morning so it’s fresh.”
“I know.” You said, placing a hand on top of his. “You have the best kitchen workers around. But that doesn’t mean I have to eat every morsel they set out.”
“But I want you to be healthy.”
“I am healthy. Trust me, I am not shy. Whenever I’m feeling famished, I have the servants bring me food.”
Though Sigurd looked a bit dissapointed, he nodded. Lifting your hand, you leaned close and pointed to your lips. With a boyish smile, he instantly pressed his own to yours.
“I love you.” You whispered with your lips still on his.
“Not as much as I love you.” He replied.
Before he could kiss you again, someone cleared their throat. It was Hvitserk. The elder Ragnarsson had already taken a seat without being invited to do so.
“What are you doing here?” Sigurd asked. “Shouldn’t you be taking first meal with your new woman? What’s her name again? Katya?
“It’s over. I no longer want to see her.”
“Why?” You asked.
“Because, she’s crazed.” Hvitserk replied with a laugh. “You wouldn’t believe what she said the last time I saw her.”
As he filled his plate, he went on to explain that the girl wanted to get married. She had grown tired of their trysts in the woods and wanted something more genuine.
Naturally, the word ‘commitment’ sent Hvitserk running for the hills.
“You’re an idiot.” Sigurd commented as he got to his feet. “And no more of this talk in front of Y/N. She’s my wife, not one of those bed-warmers you run with.”
“I’m not offended. It’s amusing.”
“Well if you find that amusing, I have to tell you about my time in Mercia.” Hvitserk replied with a smile.
Sigurd rolled his eyes before motioning for the Thralls to bring his cloak and sword.
“I’m going into town to........put in orders for the house.” He said. “I will not take long.”
Hvitserk’s eyes cut to Sigurd and a smirk crossed his face. Narrowing his eyes your husband shot his elder brother an angry look. He then gave you a kiss on the top of the head before leaving.
“What was that all about?” You asked. “Are you two arguing about Ivar again?”
“Oh, nothing of the sort.” He replied, almost singing. “It’s actually something good. But if I told you, Sigurd would kill me.”
You spent most of the day with Hvisterk. He helped you run errands and even escorted you to buy fabrics for the tunics you wanted to sew for the Ragnarssons.
By the late evening however, your brother-in-law left for a show by the port.
Alone, you decided to continue work on an embellished vesting for Sigurd. Fortunately, you weren’t alone for long. Your husband soon arrived home looking quite cheerful. Some Thralls entered right behind him carrying expensive items.
After placing the vast array of jewelry on the table, they quickly left.
Giving you a kiss, Sigurd excitedly knelt by your feet. He stared at you momentarily before asking if you liked the selection of necklaces, chains and bracelets before you.
“They are all so very beautiful.” You said before biting the thread with your teeth. Placing the tunic aside, you looked at your husband. “What is all this for? To exchange during the next expedition?”
“No. They are for you?”
He had always been generous but this...........this was too much.
“Sigurd......” You said in shock. “You have already done so much. Not just for me, but for my family. I couldn’t possibly accept all this.”
“Actually, it’s not all are specifically for you.”
You were utterly confused.
Without explaining further, he asked that you take a closer look. When you moved to the table and began examining the items, you soon came to a realization. Some of the jewelry was far too small for you to possibly wear.
“Are these for a dog you have hidden somewhere?” You asked with excitement.
Sigurd couldn't help laughing as he shook his head. Moving closer, he sat on the floor beside you and took the small Torque bracelet from your hand. He then looked deep into your eyes.
“Y/N, these are just a small token of my love to you........and, hopefully, our future child.”
“Child?” You repeated.
“I want us to begin trying to.....you know” His cheeks flushed red, causing you to hold in a giggle.
“You want us to have a baby?” You asked.
Sigurd nodded, almost holding his breath as he awaited your reaction. Getting to your feet, you asked that he follow you.
“Where are we going?”
“To our chamber. Should we not begin our efforts?”
With a devilish grin, Sigurd stood and took you by the hand. The two of you then made your way to your chambers and shut the door.
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HVITSERK:
“What is that supposed to be?” Ivar asked, moving closer upon his crutch. When no answer came, his brow furrowed. “I asked a question!”
Without glancing at his younger brother, Hvitserk replied that he didn’t want to tell him. Adding that he had a habit of spilling secrets.
“I do not.” Ivar protested. “I’m the best keeper of important matters. You must be mistaking me with someone else.”
“You are just like mother. All is fine until you start drinking. Then your lips loosen and the gossip starts. Not this time. I will not allow you to spoil my surprise.”
Ivar glared at his brother but said nothing.
Instead, he managed to perch himself on a nearby stool, watching intensely. After some time, his presence began annoying Hvitserk but he kept working.
Eventually though, he looked over his shoulder.
“Fine. If I tell you, do you promise to help me in my efforts?”
“It depends on what it is.”
With some embarrassment, Hvitserk explained that he was making a cradle. He knew he could buy one quite easily, however, he wanted this one to be special. Raising a brow, Ivar looked at the work in progress and then at his brother.
“Hvitty, I know you’re not the smartest of Ragnar’s seed. But even you must be aware that you have no children.”
“I know that.” Hvitserk snapped. “That’s the entire point. I’m making this for Y/N so I can present it to her.”
“You are giving her a cradle?” Ivar asked.
Instantly, he burst into laughter, thinking his brother foolish. In no mood to be mocked, Hvitserk rolled his eyes and set back to work.
“Laugh all you want but now that I have told you. You will help with my proposal.”
Though Ivar protested, Hvitserk soon got him to agree to be his ‘messenger’.
Your husband was just too shy to put the question to you himself. Thus, he figured using his younger brother would save him from the terrifying experience.
About three weeks passed as Hvisterk worked busily on his secret project. With great care, and meticulous handiwork, he finally finished the cradle. After having it engraved with runes by a Craftsman, he then hid it in your Great Hall.
About two days later, Hvitserk invited Ivar to dine at your home. Despite what others thought of the ‘Boneless one’, the two of you actually got along quite well. So, naturally, you were quite happy to see him.
“Ivar, why are you in such a good mood?” You asked while he sipped his mead. When he looked at you, his blue eyes were twinkling with either mischief or delight. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re hiding something.”
“Oh, I am” He replied frankly and with a huge smile. Hvitserk stopped chewing and shot him a look from the corner of his eyes. “But don’t worry, Y/N. I will tell you soon enough.
You smiled, wondering what it could be. Then turning to your husband, you commented on what Ivar had just said.
“What do you suppose your brother is going to tell us?”
“Who knows.” Hvisterk replied with a nervous shrug. Then looking at Ivar, he frowned slightly. “Hopefully, he will tell us AFTER we are done eating.”
“Oh? But I can tell her now.”
Hvitserk’s eyes instantly cut to Ivar with barely hidden rage.
Please by the reaction he had provoked, Ivar smirked to himself. As he added more roasted beef to his plate, the youngest Ragnarsson glanced at you.
“I suppose it can wait.” He said.
After mealtime, the three of you sat in a corner of the Great Hall partaking of spiced wine. Without a word, Hvitserk suddenly stood up. After patting Ivar on the shoulder, he began walking away.
“Where are you going?” You asked.
“To...........give orders to the Head Guard. Keep chatting, I won’t be long.”
Without you noticing, he eyed Ivar before departing the Hall.
After the two of you had conversed for a while, your brother-in-law abruptly asked that you listen to something important.
“Of course. You have my undivided attention.” You replied.
Walking to the cradle that was covered with black velvet, Ivar looked at you. Without saying anything, he unveiled the gift.
“Ivar, is that a cradle?”
“Indeed it is, Y/N.” He replied with a smile.
As Hvitserk listened from the corridor, Ivar approached and carefully sat across from you. After setting his crutch aside, his eyes met yours.
“Who is that for?”
“For you of course.”
“For me?” You asked in a squeaky voice. “But.........I.......I don’t understand.”
“Y/N, there is no need for me to drag this out.” Taking your hand, Ivar stared as if he was going to capture your soul. “That cradle is for you to use. Understand?”
Running a hand over his face, Hvitserk could hardly believe his ears. Those were not the words he had given his brother to say.
“Ivar, I’m not with child. It-----”
“Not yet.” He interrupted. “Y/N, let us not be coy with one another. Everyone knows that the two of us get along better than even you and Hvitserk at times. And since he’s taking long in giving you seed, why not me? I will give you all the sons and daughters you can----------”
“Ivar!” Hvitserk shouted as he rushed into the Great Hall. “That is enough!”
“What? Did I go off plan?” Ivar asked innocently.
You were utterly confused. Asking that they both be quiet for a moment, you looked at your husband.
“Can you please tell me what is happening?”
A very tense Hvitserk sat beside you, taking you by both hands. As for Ivar, he rolled his eyes as he took hold of his crutch.
“I’m very sorry. I shouldn’t have asked my brother to do something I should do myself.” Hvitserk began with a worried expression upon his face. “I built the cradle because I wanted it to be a family heirloom of sorts. To be used by our first child to our great-great grandchildren.”
“What are you saying, Hvitty?” You said, trying to force the words from his lips.
“Y/N, I want you to have a baby.” Hvitserk confessed, his eyes innocent and wide. “It’s entirely up to you of course. But do you think it would be possible for us to do that? Start a family, I mean.”
You smiled before wrapping your arms about his neck. No words were needed as to what your answer was. With a scoff, Ivar began making his way out of the Great Hall.
Stopping to look over his shoulder, he glanced at the two of you.
“Next time, Hvitty, I won’t be so nice. I will not only give Y/N the cradle, but the baby to put in it.”
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IVAR:
“What is going on?” You asked in astonishment.
There, seated upon the bed in your chamber was your husband, cradling a newborn. And by newborn you meant a baby that had to be no more than a few days old.
Moving closer, you set your books down and sat beside him.
“Ivar, whose child is this?”
“One of the Christian Thralls from Mercia, I believe.”
“You believe?” You repeated with a gasp. “Please don’t tell me the poor woman is unaware of her child’s whereabouts?”
After giving you an annoyed look, Ivar returned his attention to the baby in his arms. As he gently examined it’s tiny fingers, he stated that the mother knew that he was in possession of the child.
You didn’t know what to make of it.
Never had you witnessed your husband hold or cuddle anything. Not even the dog he had bought you for your last anniversary. In fact, he treated the animal with great disdain despite it’s fondness of him.
“Is it a boy or girl?” You asked, trying to start a conversation.
If you wanted to know what was going through Ivar’s mind, that was the best approach.
“It’s a girl. She was birthed only three days ago” He replied as he moved the swaddling from her head.
You were greeted by the sight of tufts of wavy raven locks. Indeed the child had a great deal of hair for a baby.
“She is so attentive. Almost like she’s trying to figure out what is going on around her.” He added.
You glanced at Ivar from the corner of your eyes but said nothing. Instead, you caressed the baby’s plump cheek with the side of your finger.
“Look at those huge brown eyes.” You commented. After waiting a moment, you looked at Ivar again. “What of the the father? Is he also one of our Thralls? Or did one of your fellow Vikings have his way with the mother?”
“Nothing of the sort. This little one was purposely created to be taken in by a family. She will not live the life of a Thrall.”
You sighed, knowing it was common for babies to be sired in order to be given to wealthy Heathen families. Mostly, to families struggling to have more children or to barren wives.
As you continued admiring the newborn, Ivar watched you intensely. Before you knew it, he was trying to pass her over.
“But I don’t know how to hold one.” You protested. “I have only held the babies in my family on a handful of occasions. What if I drop her?”
“You won’t.” He replied.
After positioning the baby properly in your arms, Ivar sat with his back against the headboard.
It was simply amazing.
You just couldn’t believe how tiny she was. Bringing her close, you took in her scent. That irresistible and oddly unique fragrance that all babies possessed for some reason.
Your eyes stung from a deep sadness, knowing that you and Ivar would never have one of your own. He couldn’t even consummate your marriage in the traditional way so becoming being with child was out of the question.
Still, there was some hope.
He had been toying with the idea of allowing one of the Ragnarssons to seed you. The previous year, the brothers had discussed it in the Great Hall. Naturally, you eavesdropped.
From what was decided, the two contenders for the duty were Ubbe and Bjorn. However, since then, Ivar had not made mention of it.
As you rocked the baby gently, you began singing a Christian hymn that was used to put children to sleep. Admiring your every move, Ivar watched with a content smile upon his face.
The next five weeks were the same.
As soon as he was done with his meetings, Ivar would ask for the baby girl to be brought. However, you noticed that he was gradually making you do most of the work.
One evening as you sat holding her in the Great Hall, Ivar glanced at you from his throne.
“Is she awake?” He asked.
“No. They say she was fed only a little while ago so she’s sleeping like an Angel.”
“Angel?” Ivar asked with a confused expression.
“They are the most powerful beings outside of The Holy Trinity in the Christian faith. Supernatural, wise, powerful and at times, quite beautiful. They not only deliver prophecies but often wage war against the forces of darkness. Even against the gates of Hell itself.”
Ivar looked impressed.
“I have heard many things about your faith. However, no one has told me of these ‘Angels’. They are intriguing. Much like Valkyries in a way.”
“Well, they’re not quite the same but I suppose there may be some similarities.”
Leaning over, Ivar pressed his nose to your cheek before looking down at the sleeping baby.
“You look like you were made to do this.” He remarked, as his blue eyes went soft. “To be a mother, I mean.”
You swallowed hard, unsure of how to reply.
Ivar was quite sensitive about his inability to perform in the bedroom. If you said the wrong thing, he could take offense.
“Thank you.” You replied. After examining his expression, you gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “I hope you know that I love you very much.”
“You better.” He said, giving you a wink.
“Well, well, well.” Hvisterk interrupted. “What do we have here?”
Instantly his eyes went to the baby within your arms. As he reached out to touch the the child, Ivar grabbed his wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed.
“I’m trying to look at this......this baby.”
“You’re drunk!” Ivar said without letting go of him. “Keep your hands off her before you do something stupid by accident.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
With a shrug, Hvitserk walked off to chat with other attendees. As you shifted the baby in your arms, she began turning her head as if she was about to wake.
Taking notice, Ivar cursed his brother under his breath.
“I’m going to have them return her. Maybe the mother----”
“No. Take her to our chambers.” Ivar said, cutting you off. “I will be there shortly.”
Doing as he asked, you cautiously got up with the help of some guards. As you departed the Great Hall, your husband watched with great anxiety.
As you awaited Ivar’s arrival, you looked down at the precious bundle in your arms. As she stretched, you moved her tiny hand away from her face.
“You are the funny one. Have you not scratched your cheek once already?” You said as your heart suddenly went heavy.
After roughly half an hour, Ivar entered with mead in hand. Taking a seat by your feet, he glanced at you.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? You look as if something is on your mind.”
“It’s just that...........I......”
Your voice faltered as the baby moved, re-positioning her head against your chest. It was such a bittersweet image. One you no longer wished to torment yourself with.
“Y/N, please go on, I’m listening.” Ivar urged, placing a hand upon your foot.
“I do not wish to spend time with this baby anymore.”
“Why not? Does she not make you happy when we have her around?”
“Ivar!” You exclaimed, but not loud enough to wake the child. “I do not wish to continue doing this. I cannot become attached when I know it will only bring heartbreak.”
He looked at you for a long while before taking a big swig from the horn. Looking away, he then asked what you would do if the baby was yours to keep.
“I don’t know what you mean by that. But I am not snatching a child from it’s mother. It would be wrong.”
“What if the mother does not care?”
“That is impossible. Unless she is a stupid woman, she would adore this precious little girl. She’s nearly perfect.” You added, gazing down at the baby.
For some odd reason, she was now wide awake despite not making a sound or crying. She just stared at you with a content expression upon her face.
“Let’s just say that her mother......is not her mother. Not really.” Ivar replied, his gaze still on the wall.
“What does that even mean?”
Taking a huge breath, he finally looked at you. It was only then you finally saw that his eyes were welled with tears.
“Y/N, she is ours!”
“What?”
“I didn’t know how to approach the subject so I just did it on my own. I asked Ubbe to have his Thralls sire a baby. For you and I.” Ivar confessed, his voice shaking with emotion. “I was even there when she was born. She was placed in my arms right after she took her first breath.”
You were stunned and confused.
“But, I do not understand. Why did you not tell me?”
Ivar scooted closer, resting his head against yours.
“I have failed you in so many ways.” He began. “I can’t satisfy you in the traditional sense and even worse, I am keeping you from becoming a mother.”
“Ivar, you are not keeping me from doing anything. I knew all of this before I even married you.”
Lifting his head, he gazed into your eyes.
“But I thought we were going to try the brotherly duty thing. Were we not?” You asked.
“I cannot do that, Y/N.” Ivar said, the tears now rolling down his cheek. “I would lose my mind if I were to allow another man to lay with you. I don’t care if the purpose is only to seed you. It would kill me.”
Using one hand, you wiped the tears from his face.
To be quite honest, you had been apprehensive too. Sure it was a duty that was commonly done, but you knew it would complicate your marriage.
“So, about this mother....” You asked. “I thought you said she was here but now you tell me she is Ubbe’s Thrall.”
“The truth is the person who has been feeding the baby is a Wet-nurse.” Ivar admitted. “The mother has been sent away to work for a foreign Jarl. As for the father, he has long been in Harald’s lands.”
“Oh, I see. So they will be of no concern as she gets older?”
Ivar stated that Thralls never dared to bother the children they sired. Still, he had sent the parents far away to give himself peace of mind. Looking between you and the baby, he asked what your thoughts were.
“I......I am still in shock. To be honest, I wish you would have told me everything from the beginning.” You said. “However, I cannot lie. I have grown so fond of her, it feels like a dream.”
“Then, does that mean we can keep her? As our daughter?”
You nodded causing Ivar to move even closer. As the tears welled in your eyes you looked at the newborn. She was truly yours to keep forever. Pressing his lips to your temple, Ivar asked that you start thinking of names before her Naming Ceremony.
“I am too beside myself with happiness to even know where to start.” You said as you placed a finger within the baby’s grasp. “Why don’t you think of something.”
“How about, Angel?” He said almost instantly. “I like the meaning behind the name despite it’s origin. What do you think?”
You smiled, quite surprised that Ivar wanted to give the baby a Christian name.
It seemed that she was already living up to her name. Little Angel was going to be the one person that would soften the heart of the ‘Boneless One’.
No Summary. This has been stuck in my head for so long. I had to write it.
Pairing: (y/n) x Ubbe, (y/n) x Sigurd, Adia x Bjorn, Ashla x Hvitserk, Ivar x unknown.
Word count: I have no idea
Also: This is my first time writing Hvitserk. Please let me know how is he?? This is the longest reader insert I have done. Chapter 1 will come after I recover. I think this is awesome, but I am bias.
Enjoy!
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"(y/n)! Please! Open this door".
A December night welcome you back into the land of the living one thing you really didn't need today waking up. You had enough with the lack of sleep for the past week to worry about getting your lazy ass out of bed. Suddenly the noises stop all at once giving you enough silence to welcome the sweet embrace call sleep. Does slumber has an aroma? A peaceful feeling that rings familiarity and numbness into your subconscious. It was a nice thought the soft sheets on top of your body pushing you back into sleep while the air conditioner is at the right temperature pumping that desirable amount of cold air needed for (y/n) to achieve sleeping state. Heart rate slows down like the gentle state you get when your fur is laid against a meadow. A violent pound awoke you from your slumber with no upcoming warning (y/n) lips part trying to speak words that never reach the outside of your lips. (y/n) pushes some hair out of her face trying to wake herself up, "I am awake! I am aw-", (y/n) crashes back into the bed pushing the sheets and blankets back onto her body, she forgets the reason she was woken up, it barely slips her mind too soon a thud disturbs your sleeping state once more. (y/n)'s eyes open turning a yellows color a look only taken when the werewolf in question is too close to shifting. A growl escapes your lips pushing the sheets of off you a loud scream escapes your lips; however, the pounds only grows now with your frustration.
"Stop your bickering dammit! I was fucking sleeping!", (y/n) seats on the bed breath in and shouting at the top of your lungs with everything you had in store. You aren't one to shout at anyone without a good reason. Sleep is reason enough. A week have you been deprived of sleep because of some Alpha duty you had to attend too. (y/n) roars once more possibly trembling the whole apartment and announcing to the whole 500 radius that some poor soul have upset the Alpha. (y/n) grabs shorts from the floor putting them on with some t-shirt that was surely stolen from her roommates room. Your hands shake incapable of holding onto your frustration despite you trying not to shred your favorite pajamas. Pajamas made only for you birthday present from your (f/c/s). (y/n) smiles at the good pros of being an Alpha taking such an assignment from your lazy sister. You stump across the apartment ignoring your roommate chugging a bucket of ice cream, "It's Chad". She whispers stopping you dead set before you even reach for the door handle. (y/n) takes a 360 turn looking straight at her friend, "Why is he knocking so loud? Doesn't he knows who I am?", (y/n) places both trembling hands together cracking a joint for good measure anything to help you not to pound the son's beta to death.
"You completely erase last night?", She asks giving you a once over. (y/n) ponders on her friends question before saying anything. A couple of images in Calamity last night rushes in your consciousness. Chad's arms around your shoulder the whole pack having a blast at your sisters bar that's many of the shops or stores we have around New York City to sustain the pack, his sucking attempt to be sexy, some words you cant register then you punching him to an inch of his life... what the? Why did I punch him?
"Guess I did. I haven't had a proper sleep in a while cut me some slack", (y/n) claims taking a turn to the kitchen ignoring the laughter of her friend. You forgot important events of last night it seems there is nothing coffee can't fix. (y/n) walks the short steps to the instant coffee cabinet taking (f/o) out walking to the machine with a suspicious glare towards her friend that hasn't responded yet, "I am waiting. I would love to see a half sleep Alpha beat the fuck out of her ex". She an omega laughs louder than the pounds on your apartment door.
"My Ex? Who Jeffrey? Last time a check isn't he in Denmark now?". (y/n) turns the coffee machine on after water and the coffee was in their respective places.
"Chad. You ended your relationship with him after he made the worst mistake in history", She starts off pushing the ice cream to the side. (y/n) leans back on the counter next to her coffee machine staring directly at the ball of sunshine that's your friend. She wore rainbow pajamas that read on big letters "Chilling is my middle name".
"Which is?", (y/n) respond curiously to know what happen last night.
"You know how you hate your sister to the death? You know how if you had to pick between me or her. You'll choose me right?". (y/n) nods not sure where this is going from all things possible. Your friend smiles a smile that let you to raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah, so? Everyone knows I hate her". (y/n) sighs heavily calming down heavily at the soothing scent of just brew coffee. (y/n) leans off the counter walking short steps to the cup cabinets above your friends head, "But only 3 people can talk about it... maybe 4 if we include the none conventional boyfriend your sister has. That they arent together... but whatever helps her sleep at night", Your friend chuckle gaining you to stop midway to the coffee machine, "That's her phrase. If she hears you, you'll regret it".
"She did double shift at Calamity. Hvitzzy came back and guess who didn't want to come home to sleep??". (y/n) rolls her eyes at her roommate side tracking from one conversation to the next. It was obvious she loved to guess the type of modern relationship my sister has with Calamity's bartender, "Huh? The new pack members finish training?". (y/n) asks as roommate nods with a smile on her lips. She rushes out of her seat so quick (y/n) almost spills her coffee. At first, you thought she needed to hit the toilet, but she return with a book notes address to you from Hvitserk, "Luke brought you this.. It's from Hvitserk. He wasn't able to give it to you with the whole thing. He explains in detail of each member... he was very detail. Luke compelled me so I didn't open it, so please take it". Your roommate pushes the notebook on the kitchen counter staring directly at it then glancing back at you with eyes that explain everything. (y/n) sips her coffee shutting half of her sleep goodbye.
"What the fuck happen last night, Adia?!".
"Chad insulted Ashla in the busiest night Calamity has seen so far. He said and I quote, "It seems nature skip your sister from the bottom of my heart I feel for anyone that thinks she could ever become a proper Alpha" I don't know if it was the couple of drinks you have had or lack of proper sleep. You swing an uppercut so quick it surprise everyone at the table. I was shock Hvitserk wasn't amuse. Your sister came into the bar and walk out saying something about she isn't going to jail today. It took an hour to pull you from Chad just because 40 minutes of that we were all just stun. You shouted to him, "Only I am allowed to insult her! Yeah she is a fucking bitch, but that doesnt give you the right. She is my flesh and blood". I mean yeah Chad had said stuff about Ashla to her face and behind her back countless off time much worse than that you just never were around to hear it". Adia retells the last night events as the picture of last night clouds your memory.
Flashback.
It was 2 minutes to 11 o'clock. New York City night life has just started with the many human and wolfs alike pouring into Calamity. Midnight was around the corner and a couple to many drinks in your system. Chad holds your shoulder to keep you steady as everyone comes by paying their respect to the Alpha then walks to the bar to welcome back Hvitserk for the excellent work at training new recruits. Old faces come and go with rarely new ones the whole pack was here living their best life, "Another drink for our Alpha!", Chad claims gaining a crowd to raised their glasses cheering happily. (y/n) chuckles uncontrollably at the slight thought this is an amazing night. You kiss Chad on the cheek with him returning your affection, "I have to go say my words to Hvitserk. I'll be right back". (y/n) moves back with beer in hand walking to the bar hearing a soft, "I'll be here", from Chad's lips. Hvitserk laughs at some joke Luke spoke near the bar. (y/n) walks slow steps stopping right in front of the infamous Alpha, "Welcome back, Alpha", (y/n) words brings Hvitserk's eyes staring directly at your (e/c). It was a short sense of acknowledgement as his eyes drift to the door. His green eyes keep contact with those that (y/n) knows is her by the strawberries and cigarette strong scent, Ashla.
"You are staring Hvitserk", Luke calls out making you laugh almost choking on the beer you were trying to drink.
"Luke leave the lover boy over here. He can stare all he wants, but Ashla is not the woman I would recommend, Hvitty", (y/n) inch closer to him whispering words laughing soon after at his stare from Luke green eyes to your (e/c).
"I am not staring". Hvitserk claims keeping his eyesight on the drink he has been working for Luke.
"Right... and Ashla is a proper lady", Adia whispers just to sweeten the deal (y/n) burst out laughing replying back, "This shouldn't be funny".
"Ashla said we could add a moderate amount of Wolfsbane". Hvitserk inches closer to my ears whispering seductively the words that make me fear life as it is. He pulls back cracking a laugh at my fearful utter expression, "You didn't just do that?". (y/n) asks just as Hvitserk avoids a sharp glass thrown at him from across the room. Luke, Adia & (y/n) turn around to stare far across the other side of the bar a black hair woman with glaring black eyes looking back at us, "Well, Ashla is pissed. She didn't told you to use Wolfsbane, did she?".
"I did to us werewolves not to the humans". Ashla soft whisper reach all the corner of our minds. (y/n) shivers turning around shaking the feeling that Ashla might just be behind you.
"I'll prepare whiskey on the rocks if you come here". Hvitserk whispers to my sister. We stare seeing Ashla taking another cigarette out placing both her lips around it. She looks up with a glare directly at Hvitserk, "My attention cost food".
"I was waiting for you to say that", Hvitserk responds with a cheeky grin adorning his lips. (y/n) looks back at Hvitserk bringing some plastic bags from under the bar counters. You look as Adia shiver pointing to the other side of the bar (y/n) looks towards it seeing Ashla joining group, "Congrats, Hvitserk. You have master Ashla". Luke says sadly right after Ashla proceeds to punch his gut with her elbow. She sat back down eating her food and alcohol in silent, "Has everyone said their welcome backs?".
"Hmm.. Let me see". Hvitserk reach back to put his hair up again. It was cute the state everyone was in Hvitserk was back, Ashla wasn't so moody well less moody than usual, Adia was as always a ball of sunshine, Luke new house is the floor. (y/n) stares at Luke seeing Ashla feet on his head, "There is only one person that hasnt said it to me". Hvitserk blurts out with Luke screams of pain when Ashla stands from her seating position. You glance at the little exchange not going to help Luke because Ashla's wrath cant be escape. Ashla takes a hold of Hvitserk's collar bringing him to her level, "Hmm. I told you first... remember that". Ashla proclaims almost growling. Adia and (y/n) wait patiently for the kiss that never seem to happen. Ashla hates a crowd she lets go off his collar not before Hvitserk place a hand behind her head bringing Ashla closer to finish what she started. It was sudden but sweet in a way (y/n) saw Ashla's brows relax and her face calm down just from one action. Hvitserk pulls back pecking her lips again, "You can't tease me like that".
"Who said I was teasing?". Ashla blurts out sharing another kiss with him. Adia throws them some fries to stop their make out session, "Wait till everyone leaves! I don't need to know where you two fuck".
"The bar in the other side that we don't use", Hvitserk respond letting go off Ashla satisfied to get what he wanted.
End of Flashback
"I didn't need to know that", (Y/n) calls out shaking your head shivering at the sweet exchange. Adia glances at your surprise, "so he is pounding our door for that?".
"Maybe....". Adia takes a step from her chair trying to escape your questioning.
"We are not done. What else happen?", (y/n) firmly speaks not a minute later Adia returns with a spoon in hand eating her ice cream.
"Chad kiss Jessica and went home with her. Ashla kick them out of the bar saying something on the lines off disowning them from the pack. Chad said Ashla can't do that, but she glare at him.. you know with her red eyes... it was a tense time. You follow up disowning Jessica too". Adia fills in the empty blanks that lead to the Beta's son being a total douch-bag, "He probably thinks he can talk to you knowing you forget sometimes", Adia adds gaining you glare back at the door.
"We both are Alpha... even though she says she can switch to a beta", (y/n) shakes her head at the current stupidity of her sister.
"He is still outside. Ashla said to call her, and she'll rough him up a bit. Hvitserk suggested to call him. He offer to make it quick whatever that means", Adia blurts out locking eyes with you once more.
"He means to kill Chad. Did somebody told him what Chad has said?". (y/n) asks with Adia thinking about her response.
"I believe he knew. He just didn't knew it was about Ashla. I have never seen him so angry before". Adia shivers pointing to the door. You shrug the uneasy sensation placing the empty coffee cup in the sink with Adia putting Calamity's number on the homephone. (y/n) takes steps out the kitchen and towards the first headache of this morning. You didn't want to deal with the douch-bag that's your former boyfriend Chad Tim, Beta son to Jimmy Tim a good man despite his shitty son. (y/n) brings the door open seeing red headed Chad growling at your form. (y/n) stretched not even bother to feel threaten by Chad small attempt, "Why the hell are you here? Didn't Ashla disowned you? You don't belong or get help by the pack leave to your whores house already". (y/n) holds onto the door handle pushing the door back to closing hoping that's the end of that. You walk back into your apartment unaware that Chad stop the door from closing, "Don't you walk away from me!! Ashla is not my Alpha. You are". Chad growls an spits at you screaming louder than you thought possible. He runs towards (y/n).
"(Y/N)! Oh my god! Chad has gone mad!", Adia calls out to you screaming at the phone to someone that replied, "I am on my way".
(y/n) turns left slowly watching Chad punch air. You felt like a feather feeling your Alpha senses flagging red when danger is about. (y/n) reach for his wrist pressing enough strength to catch a reaction. You bring one of your legs to his stomach hoping it had broken a bone or 3. A crack not sure if was yours or his as his other punch make contact with your cheeks. Adia scream wanting to help, but Chad looks at her growling to keep her quiet. Adia stops dead on track whimpering. (y/n) punches his gut one more time. You breath in air screaming when you pick Chad up throwing him outside your apartment. The pack members walk out of their apartments staring at gone mad Chad and their beaten Alpha, "I'll make you suffer for that Chad. You will plead for mercy that I'll never provide, you lowlife sack of shit. Come at me you little bitch. Are you going to fight me for your spot in the pack because last time I check Ashla disowned you. This is a pack of Alpha sisters. She did right at fucking kicking you ungrateful little shit!", (y/n) calls to him eyes turning a vivid color him growling at every word you said. Hearts beating and Adria thought just forgotten as you run to Chad with a goal in mind.
Pairings: Sigurd Snake in the Eye (cause it’s fancier than just Sigurd) X Y/N
Summary: you caught Sigurd and your brother having sex in the middle of your family’s cabin while everyone was gone and you are trying to understand why would anyone want that.
Word count: 1435
Warnings: hints of homophobia, mention of rape.
“Y/N! Wait!” The fourth son of Ragnar followed you shouting, you ran to the woods, speechless, trying to comprehend what just happened, what did you just see, you were disgusted, and horrified “Y/N! Please stop” he begged panting, as he finally caught up with you, you turned to look at him “all this time! I thought you were in our home because you’re our friend! By Odin’s name Sigurd! What on earth was that?” You screamed, he placed a hand on your mouth “please stop screaming I’ll explain everything!”
You screamed more into his palm and once you calmed down you nodded at him, he took his hand off of your mouth and took a deep breath “swear to me you won’t tell anyone!” Sigurd begged “what? Sigurd I won’t tell tell” you frowned “no! Y/N this is serious! Swear to me on Freya’s blessings! That you may never bear a child if you break this oath!” He looked at you dead serious in the eyes.
“Fine! I swear!” He raised his eyebrows at you, you rolled your eyes “I swear it on Freya’s gift, I may never mother a child” he nodded then went silent for few minutes “I have feelings for men… the same way I feel towards women, the same way I should feel towards women” he began to explain, you blinked at him not able to understand “I know it’s not normal, I wish I can help it but I can’t”
“Wait... what’s this supposed to mean?” you frowned “why my brother?” he sighed and blushed, his cheeks were red of embarrassment “Y/N! Please!” he said in a whisper and gave you few minutes to connect the dots, and when you finally did you let out a small oh, then looked at his disgusted “with my brother? With Bard? He’s not even that handsome!” you groaned, he rolled his eyes “it’s not like I have many options here, few men I can trust and sadly your brother is one of them”, “but I’ve seen you with women before! This is insane!” you insisted.
“I can be with a woman but they don’t give me the same feelings a man does, Y/N, you mustn’t tell anyone, not Hvitserk, not Ivar, not Ubbe, and not even Bjorn! Especially Ivar, this must remain a secret” he warned for the hundredth time, you furrowed your eyebrows “it’s alright in our society to like other men, why are you so afraid? Besides, if you don’t tell people then how would you find someone that you actually like?” you sat down on the grass and the man sat next to you “it’s not, you don’t know how they treat men who like men, besides, I’m no ordinary man, I’m the son of Ragnar, destined for greatness, my mother would disown me, my brothers would mock me, and people would despise me”
His voice became sadder, you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your left breast, then looked down at his trousers, your brain still unable to comprehend that Sigurd wasn’t into women, you’ve seen him with thousands of them! The slave girl, Margrethe can confirm, Sigurd frowned and looked at you, unsure what you were expecting, and when you saw nothing you sighed in defeat “fine! I believe you and I will keep your secret, but I still think you can do much better than my brother”, “what was that about?” he asked you shrugged.
“Well, Hvitserk always said my breasts were magical and whoever doesn’t get turned on by them isn’t a real man, no offense, so I thought I might prove you wrong or figure if you’re saying the truth” you explained the best you could, he pouted, you patted your lap for him to lay his head on “would it be okay if I ask more questions?” he laid his head on your lap and you started to stroke his messy hair “I feel like you would even if I say no”
“Good, now, you enjoy being in the position of women… correct?” Sigurd blushed again and let out a whine “what? I need to know or else I’ll keep running my mouth! You know me well Sigurd do you really want to risk it? Remember what happened to Hvitserk once he pissed himself when we were surrounded by the wolves? He didn’t answer my questions!” you defended, he chuckled a little “you ran after him for an entire week just to see if there’s anything else that scared him, I remember him breaking into tears eventually” you nodded “and when I figured out that Ivar was actually able to feel his legs?” he nodded “I see your point now”
“Then answer the damn questions!” he hid his face in his hands “fuck, yes I enjoy it, I like being under other men, Y/N, if you tell anyone about those things I swear to Odin I’ll fray you alive” you rolled your eyes and smacked his head, he winced and lifted himself up but you pushed him down again “I’m trying to save your arse here! Don’t you know that my curiosity can leak secrets? I’m trying to fulfill it to keep you safe!” he took a deep breath then nodded “speaking of arses, does it hurt?”
He groaned hiding again in his hands as if somehow it will keep him from your questions “it does if you do it wrong, the first time I did it hurt so bad, I even bled, Aslaug noticed the blood and wanted to take me to a healer and I had to lie and say I fell on a rock and cut my thighs, not that it felt any less painful, but then I figured out how to make it enjoyable rather than hurtful, all it took was oil” he said, giving in.
“Is my brother any good at it? Is it why you like him?” you asked, Sigurd breathed, hating his life “it’s not that, I like him, he’s good to me, he doesn’t make it feel like I’m committing a crime or as if it’s something wrong, he talks to me, not just try to fuck me, he’d stop if it gets uncomfortable, I trust him” you frowned a little, what was this supposed to mean, you caressed his hair softly “Sigurd, did other men not treat you well? Did they hurt you knowingly? Did they… Sigurd did they force themselves on you?” Sigurd opened his eyes wide and looked at you “Y/N, what are you trying to say? It’s impossible! I’m a man! I went with them! I asked them to do it to me, it’s not what you think!” he said nervously, you gave him a weak smile and placed a little kiss on his forehead “of course love”
You didn’t feel like asking anything else, for his own sake, you didn’t want to be the one to tell him what actually happened between him and those terrible men, “is that’s all? Am I safe?” he mumbled after staying quiet for too long, you nodded “safe” you assured him, you hated how the chills filled the air, it fitted perfectly with the sad theme “I never had someone to talk with about boys before,” you told him “that’s ridiculous, you have Hvitserk and Ivar” you raised an eyebrow at him “Hvitserk who’d be like, I’m way hotter and Ivar who’d insult any other man and feel very offended if I even glance at one while with him?” Sigurd laughed.
“I suppose we can help each other out no?” you smiled and nodded “speaking of helping each other out, the Havardssons are washing in the waterfall, they both look like a sculpture of gods, you’re a friend of them no?” Sigurd nodded “then come on, let’s go join them, introduce me! And we can flirt with them or at least talk about their perfect bodies later when we’re alone!” you got up, his head fell to the ground.
The two of you raced down to the waterfalls where three hot boys were washing the dirt off of their bodies, their gears and underclothes were on the dry land, Sigurd introduced you to the men and you were able to enjoy the fascinating bodies of theirs from a closer view once you were in the water with them, you even ended up kissing one of the sons, that day you returned to the great hall giggling and laughing with Sigurd as the men winked at you, which wasn’t very pleasant for either Ivar nor Hvitserk.
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IMAGINE: Telling your husband Sigurd that you have been sleeping with another man, and it’s deeper than just sex.
SIGURD:
Sigurd had always been a good husband but lately, you found yourself having to beg him to spend time with you. From his late nights composing music, to the time spent with his brothers, you seemed to be his last priority. Truth be told, you felt that the only times you had opportunity to see him was early in the mornings before he left home and at the occasional feast. It was hard for you to deal with the distance because you had always struggled with self-esteem issues. You spent many lonely nights in your marital bed alone wondering if it was something you had done or said. When you grew tired of thinking, you would sob silently under the furs as your thralls tried their best not to disturb you.
One day, as he was preparing to leave to raid with his brothers, you caught hold of Sigurd’s arm. Confused as to why you were preventing him from dressing, your husband eyed you with confusion.
“Do…do you love me still Sigurd?” You asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Irritated by your question, he shrugged as he continued to dress.
“Of course I do. It is a silly question Y/N.” He exhaled as if he was exasperated.
He then added that he was quite sick of answering the same question every couple of days. His irritation and raised tone, hurt you to your core but you bit your lip so that you wouldn’t let the tears fall. And did you ever want to cry. It was, after all, the only recourse you seemed to have lately. But you held back your emotions fearing that tears would only make him more annoyed with you.
“I am sorry that I always seem to need reassurance.” You confessed. “It is only because I feel you pulling away with all your work and–.”
Cutting you off by placing his finger on your lips, Sigurd gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead and grabbed his sword. With that, his servants and some thralls followed him out the door towards the docks.
As soon as you were alone in the chamber, you cried your heart out. You knew that he was definitely faithful but sometimes you thought he behaved as if you weren’t a woman. As if you didn’t need affection or a gentle touch to let you know he still cared. Even the way he made love had changed. In the past, he would ensure that you were caressed all over but now, he would satisfy only himself.
Three weeks after the ships left, you began to view your childhood friend, who was now a well to do fur-trader, in a different light. He complimented things about you that Sigurd did not. He loved your smile, the curves of your body and even the way laughed when you found something amusing. His eyes were ever full of adoration when he looked at you.
“You are so beautiful Y/N.” Your friend told you one day as you sat in a meadow. “Does your husband not tell you this?”
“He…did. When we were courting.” You admitted as you twisted the stem of a wildflower.
Your handsome friend was surprised at your admission and eyed you keenly with his intense hazel eyes. He could see the sadness on your face despite your smile. It didn’t help that your eyes were watery with tears as well. After a moment, he commented that he would never tire of telling you such things.
“I think you are too good for Sigurd or any man who cannot cherish you properly.”
You asked your friend not to say such things but he did not relent. He eventually took a seat beside you and held you close as you both watched the sunset over Kattegat. After several weeks of coy romantic gestures, star gazing and sunset watching, the two wound up in bed together one fateful evening. It was a night of passion that you swore to yourself was a one time thing and that you would avoid him for good. Despite your best effort to stay away, you couldn’t. Soon, the two of you became lovers and it suited you both quite well for the months that the Ragnarssons were away.
It wasn’t only the lovemaking that drew you to him. It was also the way he constantly made effort to make sure you were happy when you were around him. Whether it was holding your hand or simply listening to you talk, your friend was giving you all the things your husband could not, or did, not want to give anymore.
When the ships returned some time later, the thralls went about your home eagerly preparing the way for their master. You stood in your place as the Mistress of the house awaiting him, but you had not missed him as you aught to have.
Sigurd was quite cranky as he walked in the door, most likely from being battle-worn and travel weary. He did greet you with a warm hug however, before ordering some thralls to draw him a bath.
During his bath, Sigurd expected you to enter and attempt to seduce him as you had done in the past, but you did not. Instead, you sat outside with a cloak over your shoulders, enjoying the night air. When he had dressed for the evenings feast, Sigurd joined you outside.
“Why are you out here Y/N?” He asked with a smile. “I almost feel as if you did not miss me.”
You looked at your husband and gave him a weary smile but said nothing. Confused by your silence, he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“When we get back, I want you to show me just how much you missed me.” He whispered before peppering your neck with kisses and then attempting to kiss your lips.
You knew he wanted a passionate kiss but you instead gave him a long peck and walked away. A bit stunned, Sigurd watched you return inside the house with some confusion. If Sigurd had done so some months back, it would have made you happy, but now, your mind was on another.
When you were all sat for supper at Bjorn’s home, you remained quiet as the Ragnarssons regaled everyone with stories of their glorious kills. The entire time, you did not speak a word nor did you laugh at any of the funny quips. It was obvious that something was wrong with you and everyone could see it.
“What is the matter with Y/N.” A suspicious Ivar leaned over to ask Sigurd. “Did you do something to her?” He inquired as if he had already placed blame on his brother.
Shrugging, Sigurd looked at you with concern and then placed his hand on top of yours.
“Hvad er sagen kone?” (Danish: What is the matter wife) He asked as he looked at you.
Pulling your hand away from underneath his, you stood up. Bjorn, who had been telling a tale, stopped speaking and everyone turned their attention to you.
“Sigurd, I have something to tell you.” You began as he looked at you with keen interest. “I know you no longer love me and so, I have found someone who does.”
Everyone fell silent in the Hall as the shock of your words reverberated through the room. Ivar, who rarely got along with your husband, looked at you wide-eyed before looking at Sigurd with an almost satisfied smirk.
Dumbfounded, Sigurd stood up and walked over to you, his eyes full of confusion. He grabbed you by your wrists and looked down at you in utter shock. Ubbe, Bjorn and Hvitserk watched the two of your with concern.
However, they did not yet intervene since they knew he was not the violent type. Placing his forehead against yours, Sigurd tried to read your expression, hoping, perhaps to find a sign that you were not serious. When he realized that you were in fact very much speaking the truth, your husband’s countenance changed.
“I love you Y/N, do you not know this?” Sigurd whispered in a very low tone as he tried to contain the fury that engulfed his senses.
You could hardly look at him because you did not know if he was merely saying it to save face in front of his brothers. He claimed he loved you now, but had not shown that he did in over two years. How did he expect you to just take his words for face value?
“We will speak of this at home.” He said calmly as he released you and sat back down.
You were utterly mystified at his quick change of emotions, as were his brothers but Bjorn motioned for you to sit back down. Behaving as if nothing had occurred, Sigurd took a drink of mead and began eating again. Even the usually mouthy Ivar, eyed his brother as if he were insane.
Supper continued as normal despite the obvious apprehension everyone had about Sigurd’s demeanor. After the men had enjoyed their tales late into the night, Sigurd began to say his goodbyes and informed everyone you were both leaving. Taking him aside, Bjorn and Ubbe spoke to him in private for a long time before returning. The Ragnarssons watched to two of you leave with pensive glances, hoping that Sigurd had taken the advise of his elder brothers to heart. As the two of you made your way home, you were utterly terrified of what could occur once you arrived. Despite holding your hand, your husband was quiet. When you finally reached your residence, he let go of your hand and looked into the sky.
“I want to stay for fresh air but you may go to bed.” Sigurd said as his curly blonde hair blew in the late night air.
You couldn’t tell what emotion he was feeling due to the blankness of his expression. Afraid to enrage him, you did as he asked. After entering your home you went to your chambers and changed for bed. You tried your best to stay awake to speak with Sigurd. You thought it best that he allow you to leave sooner than later. When he took long coming to bed, you eventually became exhausted and laid down to rest a moment. Soon, you were fast asleep. Some hours later, you were awakened from your sound slumber by someone shaking you gently.
As you opened your eyes, you saw what appeared to be Sigurd, covered in blood as if he had bathed in it. You shook your head and sat up thinking you might have been seeing things. Especially since your eyes had yet to adjust to the candlelight. As you rubbed your eyes and looked at your husband again, you realized he was definitely covered in blood. His blood soaked sword laid on the floor not to far from him. On his knees by your bedside, Sigurd pulled you close to him and looked up at you. You could not believe the scene before you. Even his blonde hair was tinted red from the blood that filed the room with a sweet metallic odor. Despite the fact you were afraid to speak, you had to know. Every ounce of your being told you that he had harmed your fur-trader but you had to hear it for yourself.
“Sigurd, who does all this blood belong to?”
Staring directly into your eyes, your husband replied that he had killed your lover, just as you suspected.
He was a Ragnarsson and paying poor people here and there for information was a mere formality for him. Suddenly, his expression changed to one of anger. He grabbed you from the bed and you soon found yourself on your back with him hovering over you. As you stared into your husband’s crazed eyes in the dimness of your candlelit room, he grabbed his sword.
“Would you like to join him Y/N?
Sigurd asked as he placed the tip of the sword against your jugular vein. He wanted to show you that he knew exactly where he had to cut, if he decided to rid himself of you once and for all. You didn’t know whether to speak up or not. And by the way his hand was trembling, you could get cut by accident if you were not careful. Your husband’s blades were always sharpened and ready to inflict damage, that you knew. Unsure of what to do next, you merely looked into his blue eyes searching for some glimmer of mercy.
“Nothing to say?” Sigurd asked as he searched your face for something you were unsure of. Perhaps he wanted to see you fear him even more. “Fine.”
To your relief and surprise, Sigurd dropped the sword to the floor but continued to hover over you.
“I....I do not want to lose you!” He stammered before he paused as if he was unsure what to say next. “At times, I think I do not know how to give or take love. And I hate myself for that. I know I cannot keep blaming my upbringing but I do think it is part of my issue.”
Placing his bloody hand upon your cheek, he stroked your jawline with his thumb. As he was doing so, you felt a bit of dampness strike your chin. To your utter amazement, you realized that it was tears. Tears that were falling from your husband’s sad blue eyes. You could not believe how sincere and candid Sigurd was being in that moment.
“If I have ever made you feel unwanted...” He choked on the words a moment. “I am ever so sorry Y/N.” He looked at you as the tears continued to slide down his cheeks, eventually dropping onto your face. “You have asked me on numerous occasions if I love you....” He gave you a sad smile. “Of course I love you. How could I not? You are the only person that makes me happy.”
An exhausted Sigurd sighed and gently laid his head on your stomach seemingly drained both physically and mentally. Your mind raced about everything that had occurred. From him killing your lover, to the revelation he had just unloaded upon you. Slowly, you placed your hand on his head and began running your fingers through his blood soaked hair, unsure of what to say.
“I love you too Sigurd...I have never stopped.” You finally managed to tell your husband causing him to sit up. He looked into your eyes with awe, almost as if he never expected to hear those words especially with everything that had transpired.
Sigurd brought his face to yours and cupped your cheek. His lips soon met your own as he kissed you hungrily as if you would disappear from his arms. When he broke the kiss he looked at you again, eyes full of affection. He then rubbed his nose against yours playfully as his sadness melted away.
“We will be fine Y/N, as long as we have each other.”
