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[mystic-shadows42]

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Multiple Pairings/AU Prompts

[therealcalicali]

Maybe, Baby

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’.

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[icefrozendeadlyqueen]

My Neighbor is a Lochbrok: Prologue

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.

Make sure he regrets the day he was born.

[ivartheblessed]

Ubbe x Reader (PLEASE READER A/N)

The Nun and the Viking Pt 3.

  masterlist

PART 1 PART 2

 SUMMARY: After the feast with Ubbe, and the whole drama with Ivar. Y/N is to sick close to Ubbe. What happens when the topic of Margrethe comes up and Ivar himself takes a liking to Y/N

 A/N I feel I should point this out the moment, I do not view Ivar as an evil nor a villain. The man has been though an enough to explain to as why he is the way he is. HOWEVER in the story Ivar will be played out to be villain. ALSO I have a plan for this story however I am unsure if you guy will like it or not. I personally have never seen this happen with a fanfiction and really want to give it a go. What I plan to do it have two part storyline for this fiction. So those who wish for Y/N to end up Ubbe, can continue to read this storyline but those who’d like to see what may happen if the reader ends up with Ivar, there will be a storyline for that. They will both be linked in the fictions, but before I being to write them I would like to run it past you guys and get your opinions. Thank you all and I love every single one of you’s xxx

 p.s I AM SO SORRY! I am currently on holiday and my tumblr has been crashing whenever I wish to post something but I have it worked out now, also so good news. I’ve started an Instagram account where I will be posting my edits and things as such. So please go and follow it at @ivartheblessed xxx

 WORD COUNT: 1.1k

WARNINGS: SWEARING. LIGHT SMUT.

 Y/N POV

 The next morning I woke in a completely different position to what Ubbe and I had fall into slumber in. I woke in his arms with my face up against his warm bare chest, his embrace around me was tight enough for me to be unable to move. I couldn’t help but admire all of his features, such as the little freckles upon his cheeks and his pout when he slept. Suddenly I felt him being to move. “Are you quite okay there staring at me?” He mumbled, his voice being husky and a clear sign he’d just woken up. I chuckled.

 “I’m sorry, I was just admiring the face a handsome man,” I flirted. His eyes opened and allowed for me to view the memorizing blue of them, he’d raised a brow in astonishment.

 “Handsome, you say?” He questioned with a cheeky smirk.

 “Yes, handsome.” I reply bluntly. I would not lie, handsome he was. If fact the most handsome that I’d laid my eyes upon, and this number being many. He just chuckled, and thanked me. “I’m only ever honest.”

 “I can see.” He replied. “I plan to take you to the town, and perhaps you could show me your knowledge of this town?” He asked.

 “I don’t really get an option, do I?”

 “You’re right, you do not. So I believe we should get up and get ready.” He replied.

  IN THE TOWN

  We’d been wondering around the town for a number of hours now. I shared with him the many stories of my younger years here. I’d not lived here my whole life here however I’d lived here for a number of years for there to be enough stories for almost every corner of the town and its walls. Ubbe as he did the previous day, held my hand with a tight grip and held me close was we weaved our way thought the many people crowding the streets. I noticed the many people sending you smiles and other just minding their own business. Ubbe and I had decided to return to the church.

 We entered to the church, expecting to see either of his brother’s in there, however is was empty. We’d sat down upon the seats from the feast the previous night.  “Y/N, I must ask, how on earth do you know so much of this town? If I’m not mistaken Nuns are not leave nor speak, so how could you have such knowledge of everyone and their past.” Ubbe asked.

 “As I said last night, I am an observant person. And you must remember I was not born a nun, there was at least 17 years before I’d joined the church, 7 of which I’d spend roaming the street day and night.” I answered his question.

 “How old are you now, if you do not mind me asking?” He again asked.

 “22,” you replied. “So back in your homeland, considering you are a prince, you must be married.” I boldly stated.

 “Yes, I am,” He relied losing eye contact.

 “I’m sure she is beautiful,” I replied.

 “Quite the whore if you ask me.” Ivar interrupted. I’d not even heard him limp up behind us.

 “Do not say that about my wife.” Ubbe said though the grit of his teeth, turning to face Ivar.

 “Well she has slept all of your bothers and if not all of Kattegat.” He sculled with a chuckle.

 “She is not a whore and she has not.” Ubbe said again almost full of complete rage. Ivar chuckled. He knew he was getting to Ubbe. I leaned into Ubbe, whispered into his ear.

 “Don’t give him what he wants.” I placed my hand on his thigh.

 I felt Ubbe clam under my touch. “Just breathe. He wants to get inside your head, do not let him.”

 “How pathetic.” Ivar rolled his eyes. “You are just as bad as that fucking whore of his wife.”

 “Ivar!” He roared. “Shut the fuck up, before I place with head with the bodies of the Saxons.” Ubbe made me slightly jump. He noticed what he’d done and grab my wrist and pulled me out of the church. He continued to pull me thought to the town until once again we’d reached the place we allows ended up. The baker’s home. “I apologise, my wife. She isn’t one I trust nor one I love. What Ivar says is true, however she is a woman with a kind heart and Ivar is clearly in anger due to fact he cannot pleasure a woman as any other man.” I chuckled.

 “Who says that?” I questioned as I walked through to the door and sat upon the bed.

 “Margrethe,” he said looking me in the eye. “My wife.”

 “Oh, how’d you meet her?”

 “It was arranged.” He replied.

 “What does she look like?”

 “Every other Viking woman. Blonde hair, blue eyes. In my opinion yes beautiful, however rather dull.” He stated as he sat down on the bed. He places his hand under my jaw and genially lifts my jaw to look him in his blue eyes.  “Unlike you.” 

 “Why do you say that?” I asked moving my face closer to his.

 “You are what I believe true beauty is.” He moved in closer to lips almost touching. He moves my head to side and beings to trail kisses from my lower neck, biting a few times that will with a doubt most likely going to leave marks. “Your pale skin.” He said as he kiss my jawline. “Your red hair.” He said reaching my cheek. He lend his forehead on mine. “Those eyes.” And with that he close the kiss. Our lips touched and the passion began. He pulled me on to his lap without braking the kiss. I ran my fingers though his hair and pulled on the end, he placed his hands on my waist. I began to grind on him and my grip on his hair and heard him moan. I moved my hands from his hair and tugged at the ends for his shirt, signalling for him to pull it off. He lifted his arms up and allowed me to do so. Once of my hand began feeling every curve of his beautiful boy.

 Then something clicked. This was wrong. He’s a married man, for god sake! I pulled away and stopped. I looked him in the eyes are see only confusion. “Why’d you stop?” He asked.

 “You’re a married man Ubbe. I cannot do this. I will not do this.” I replied. I got of his lap and crawled up the furs.

 “But it is you I see beauty in, not her.” He stated.

 “I do not care. You gave your word to your wife and I do not want to take part in breaking that vow.”

 He rolled his eyes at my words. “Whatever, I’m going to sleep now. Goodnight my love.” He replied bluntly. I swear that man will be the death of me.

taglist: @kuollut-talven @mblaqgi @poisonedjoinery 

[mystic-shadows42]

Afterthought

(Not my gif. Credit to the original owner.)

Pairing: Ubbe x reader

Warnings: Triggering and Non-con

Summary: The reader hopes to comfort Ubbe after the death of Torvi. Though the night doesn’t end how it was supposed to. Ubbe and the reader face consequences after that fateful night.

It was a rainy night outside so everybody was gathered in their homes or in the great hall. You watched Ubbe drink all throughout the night. He was still in mourning over the passing of Torvi. 

She died a couple weeks ago when a plague passed through. He was having a hard time losing her while also taking care of his three-month-old son, Ragnar.

It was no secret that you were fond of Ubbe. You’ve been in love with him since you first arrived in Kattegat to help your sickly father take care of his farm.

You chanced a glance at Ubbe to see him watching you with his mead in one hand. His gaze caused the hairs on you to raise. His piercing eyes seemed to look into your very soul. 

The woman in front of you handed you the gift that you had asked her to keep safe until you can pay her which she did for extra.

The gift you bought made you feel good though, you were unsure of what Ubbe would think. You got up with the little courage you had within you. Ubbe put his feet down from the table when you approached.

“Ubbe, I got something for your son.” You handed him a plush toy. There was a part of you that hoped you weren’t stepping over any boundaries. He grazed your fingers taking the toy, looking it over. “Well, goodnight.”

You were making your way over to the doors when Ubbe grabbed your arm taking you to a room. He shut the door behind you. He tossed the toy to the side and grabbed the sides of your cheeks kissing you. 

He pressed your back to the door hiking up your dress. His hand kneaded your inner thigh then he moved his fingers to prod your opening making you grab his wrist.

“Ubbe, stop. You’re drunk.” 

He started kissing your neck and groping your body more aggressively. You started to panic a little bit. You had always wanted Ubbe, but not like this. 

“Ubbe stop!” You pushed him back making him fall on the floor. You turned around opening the door only for Ubbe to slam it shut with his hand.

“You’re not leaving me too,” He whispered in your ear from behind. He pulled your hips back into him feeling him grow. “I need this. I need you.” He moved your hair kissing your neck.

There was just something in his voice that made you feel sympathy for him. He lost someone dear to him and he needed solice.

You turned around placing your hands on his shoulders. “Please tell me you won’t regret this.”

“I won’t, I promise on Odin’s eye.”

You nodded and started to take off your dress. Ubbe stood back watching you undress in front of him. You backed him up until he fell on the bed, only laying on his forearms. His eyes were wide and his breathing picked up when you straddled him.

You kissed him slowly bringing your hand on his cheek. He grabbed your ass and flipped you over so he was on top. He pulled his trousers down and gripped his length stroking himself.

“Take your shirt off,” you told him playing with his hair. He pulled you closer to him then aligned himself hovering over you.

“No time. You’re ready for me.” He entered you slowly, filling you with all he had to give. He closed his eyes as you gripped his shoulders moaning against his chest.

“Ubbe,” you whispered. As soon as he heard you he opened his eyes. They seemed more piercing than ever. His breathing had changed as if he was really taking in what you two were doing.

He removed your hands from his shoulders and held them above your head in a tight grip. He pulled out and slammed back into you harshly. You gasped at the harshness and hissed in pain.

“Ubbe, not so rough.” He didn’t listen to you and continued his brutal pace. His nails dug into your skin with each thrust. His pace made tears in your eyes form.

“Ubbe,” you whimpered. He leaned forward gritting his teeth.

“Shut up,” he captured your breast in his mouth sucking and nipping, leaving marks in his wake.

You pulled up your legs trying to push him away or even kick him. He pulled himself out of you and put his hand around your throat.

“Stop moving.”

“I don’t want you like this Ubbe.” The tears in your eyes were starting to bother him. He turned you around, still having his hand on your throat.

“I’m a prince, you’re a farmers daughter. You will let me have you or I’ll have your tongue.” He all but growled in your ear.  “Do you understand?” When you didn’t nod he gripped harder. “I said, do you understand?”

You nodded. “Yes, my prince.” 

He had you bent over and took you like that for the rest of the night with his hands bruising your waist. All the while your hands gripped the sheets hoping this nightmare will end. 

When he finished inside you he let you go and laid on the bed. He quickly fell asleep, much to your relief.

This night did not go as planned. You had always dreamed Ubbe would make love to you and perhaps make you his wife after giving him enough time to mourn Torvi. His snore made you drift out of your thoughts.

You raised yourself from the bed and went to retrieve your dress, wincing as you did so. When you left the room you bumped into Hvitserk making him hold you steady with your legs still shaking. Ivar was with him with a smirk already on his face.

“Fun night?” He asked, almost as if he knew Ubbe wasn’t gentle. 

You held back your tears knowing how cruel Ivar can be. You didn’t want to appear weak in front of him, no, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of doing so.

“Ivar, Hvitserk, I hope you both have a good night.” You tried to get away quickly so they wouldn’t strike up a conversation.

Hvitserk tugged on your arm slightly. “I hope you know my brother and I like to share. Ubbe wouldn’t mind if I had you.”

You tugged your arm back. “But I do. You won’t have me Hvitserk.” He gently grazed his finger against your cheek.

“Let me know if you change your mind. I think Ubbe is too soft with the ladies. I am more satisfying when it comes to delivering.” He backed away and left while Ivar watched you.

He knew. You didn’t know how, but your exchange of glances let you know he knew everything that happened that night. His eyes could read anybody. You just wanted to leave the presence of all the Ragnarsson’s.

Next: Part 2

[mystic-shadows42]

Afterthought {Part 3}

Warnings: Angst, Mention of abortion, and Language

It had been six long months since Ubbe had left on his raid. While he was raiding with his brothers, you were left taking care of yourself during your pregnancy, alone. You didn’t have anyone to keep you company.

A week after Ubbe left, your father died in his sleep. It was hard to get over. He was the only family you had. The only man you’ve ever trusted and loved. It only made you appreciate your baby even more.

During these long quiet months, you were also left with taking care of Ragnar. It had happened when the thralls needed all hands on deck with cleaning and cooking food.

They had handed Ragnar over to you without saying anything. You had guessed they did that because Ubbe is the father of your unborn child. 

It was quite obvious everyone who was still in Kattegat knew the baby was his. Your growing belly was evidence of that.

They probably assumed that you’d just take care of Ragnar as if you were his mother. You didn’t mind watching over Ragnar, he kept you good company. Though when the thought of Ubbe in mind, you hoped you weren’t stepping over any boundaries.

Ragnar was just a child and still needed to be taken care of. You didn’t mind taking care of Ragnar when the thralls were busy, but that didn’t keep everyone from speaking behind your back.

You would hear them talk and gossip but as soon as they saw you, they dispersed. It wasn’t just the thralls, it was all of Kattegat.

Ubbe’s whore.

Ubbe’s bed warmer.

Ubbe’s bitch.

Ubbe’s breeding slut.

The insults were far and wide. They even spoke ill of your unborn child.

They all looked down upon you just because you were unmarried and pregnant. They knew Ubbe was the father but they’d never insult him.

He was to be groomed to become king someday. Though the worst of insults were said by none other than the thralls themselves.

They spent a lot of time around the brothers, most had even slept with Ubbe when he was younger and wild. You did the best you could to drown out their insults by distracting yourself.

Even with all the negative energy around, you still helped out around Kattegat. You cooked, cleaned, and made clothes with the children who were interested in learning to make them.  

Your attention turned to the gathering of people awaiting the arrival of men and shieldmaidens from the raid. You dusted your hands on the apron on you before taking it off to join everyone else.

A maiden stood next to you watching as the ship was at the docks. She kept looking at you as if she wanted to strike up a conversation with you.

“May I help you?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“I was once pregnant with Ubbe’s child. He said he wasn’t ready to be a father so I terminated the pregnancy, saving myself from embarrassment. I do admire you though. He must’ve told you to keep it. I’m surprised. He loved Torvi. You walk around here holding your head high above all the whispers. Your child is truly blessed to have such a strong mother like you.”

You didn’t know what to say so you just nodded. She said so much in so little time for you to process all of it. A thrall came nearby you holding Ragnar awkwardly. She was young and inexperienced with children.

You ended up taking Ragnar, holding him in your arms as he started to settle down. He was starting to get used to seeing you around him.

Those bright blue eyes that he inherited from his father were looking directly at you. You couldn’t help but smile at him. He was an innocent child.

The commotion by the docks gathered everyone's attention as everybody left to find their loved ones.

When you saw Ubbe you moved into a more open space. No doubt he was trying to find Ragnar. He looked to be disappointed until he saw you.

He narrowed his brows and squinted. He hurriedly rushed over to you and Ragnar. When he reached you both, he picked up Ragnar immediately looking him over. 

You smiled when Ragnar touched the sides of Ubbe’s face, smacking them in amusement.

Ubbe smiled at this. Then he turned to look at you.

“Who let you have my son?” He asked it lowly though you knew he was angry. “What thrall gave you my son?”

“I-I took him myself.”

You didn’t want any of the thralls getting in trouble when it was you who wanted to take him from them.

“You did? You're not his mother. Quit trying to act like it.”

“I wasn’t. I just wanted to take care of him until you returned.”

“I’ve returned haven’t I?” He gave you an incredulous look with wide eyes then left. You watched him leave feeling hurt. This was the exact reaction you were hoping to avoid.

Hvitserk came up to you looking down at your pregnant belly. He smiled then looked back up at you.

“So it is true.” He pointed behind him where everybody was going. “Ubbe wants you to join him in the hall.”

“You must be mistaken. I don’t think Ubbe wants me there.”

“He hit me over the head to come tell you. He was irritated but he definitely wants you there.”

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

You followed everyone to the great hall where the thralls were serving mead and ale to everyone. Ubbe was already settled in his seat drinking.

When you sat down you could hear the men by Ubbe speak.

“Is that the woman carrying your child?”

Ubbe glanced over to you swirling his drink in hand.

“Yeah. That’s her.”

“Are you two going to be wed?”

“Let’s speak of more interesting topics than just a simple woman.”

You had heard enough of his talk. You left without sparing him a glance. 

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After, having his fill of drinks Ubbe sought you out. He appeared before you. He looked at your large protruding belly. He was about to touch your it when you stepped back.

“You can’t touch me if you’re going to cause a fuss.” 

You turned away from him setting off anywhere besides there with him. He jogged in front of you holding your arms.

“Let me feel my child.”

“My child.”

“Our child.”

He looked at you making sure you wouldn’t say anything else then he got on his knees pulling your waist closer to him. He started to lift your dress but you pushed his hands away, patting your dress down.

“Ubbe!”

He tilted his head giving you an irritated look. He ducked and lifted your dress so he was under it. He kissed your stomach and caressed your skin. Some people were looking and it made your cheeks warm.

You could hear Ubbe murmuring under his breath but you couldn’t decipher what he was saying. He kissed your stomach one more time then moved your dress off of him as he stood up.

“Did you have to do that here?”

“If I want to speak to my unborn child then I will. Anytime I deem so.” You got closer to him poking him in the chest.

“Stop speaking to me as if I’m below you. I’m going to be the mother of your child. I at least deserve some respect.” You pushed him out of your way as you left.

Next: Part 4

[therealcalicali]

SOLD! (TO UBBE)

IMAGINE BEING SOLD TO UBBE BY YOUR DESPERATE MOTHER

Warnings: None. Just loads of Fluff.

READ PART 2 HERE: Sold! (To Ubbe) Conclusion

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"I do not need her!" The handsome Viking warrior grumbled with annoyance as he placed his bloody sword back into it's sheath. 

He had been in your home ever since the first night of the raids, taking over your parents large chamber. Despite his imposing presence, he had treated all of you decently during his stay. You had cooked for him, drawn baths for him and washed his clothes.....still....you did not know his name. The Viking had instructed you all to call him 'Master' instead of revealing his name and thus...that is how you knew him.

“Master, I beg you to reconsider.” Your mother pleaded

“Fine! Let me look her over one last time.” He said with some annoyance.

Your mother looked at the tall, flaxen-haired man as he walked over to you. As he looked at you, his icy blue eyes made you feel intimidated, but, you held his gaze nonetheless. Despite his refusal, he seemed to behold you with some interest. At least you thought so by the way he eyed you from head to toe. However, after looking at you a while, he shook his head.

“No. I still do not want her.” He said as he headed towards the door.

"Please, Master! As you know, I have ten children and Y/N is the second eldest. If she stays, she will only be another mouth to feed.” Your mother persisted. “A man like you could use her hands well. She cooks, cleans, sews--"

"Do you suppose that I do not know this already? After all, I have seen her going about." He snapped.

As you nervously pivoted to your left foot, he eyed you again, this time with a bit of a smirk. When he finished buttoning his leather vesting, he exhaled loudly before glancing at your mother.

"Fine!"

Your excited mother's mouth fell open with surprise.

"Really” She nearly screeched. “You will take her, Master?" She asked the stranger as he walked over to you again.

He lifted your chin upward to look at him and gave you another one of his odd smirks.

"I will take her." He said with his eyes never leaving yours. "How much do you want for her then?"

Your mother could hardly believe her luck. These raiders had already had their way in you town for three nights. With your father being long dead, she knew that money would be hard to come by for the foreseeable future. Especially since the Vikings had likely caused loads of damage and taken a great deal of the town’s wealth. God might have seemed far off, however, he did at least give some favor to your family. None of you were killed or taken thanks to the stranger. And most importantly, you nor your sisters had been ravaged by the Viking men due to his presence.

"Master, I will take whatever you think she is worth ." Your mother replied not wanting to push her luck with him.

"So, you will let me decide what she is worth?" The flaxen haired stranger asked with amusement.

Looking down at you, he smiled briefly before gliding his fingers against your cheek. You frowned despite trying your best not to. His odd gesture made you angry and his gaze did not help the situation.

Well, you heard your mother." He said looking down at you. "So, how much do you suppose you are worth Y/N?"

Your eyes became wet with tears almost immediately. You were saddened by the fact your only parent meant to sell you off. To a horrid Viking no less! 

"Nothing." You replied in a voice that denoted sorrow.

Eyeing you a moment longer, the Viking let go of you chin and looked at your mother. Grabbing something from his leather belt, he tossed it to her in one swift motion. Luckily, she caught whatever he had thrown and held it in her hand with shock. As your mother unlaced the leather sack, you realized it contained gold coins - way more than necessary to purchase you.

"Well, since Y/N is now mine, we shall take our leave." The stranger said to you mother before turning to you. “Go get your things.” He instructed.

You nodded and went straight off to pack as much of your essentials as you could. Upon re-entering the main room, you found the Viking already waiting for you by the door. As you followed him, you could barely look at your mother as you walked past her to exit the house. You muttered an awkward goodbye as she tried to grab you by the arm - perhaps she wanted a hug, but you did not care.

Once you and the stranger were at the stables, he hastily began putting the saddle onto his steed.  After he was done, he tied his belongings onto the horse's saddle and looked at you. Surprisingly, he motioned for your sack that contained all your worldly possessions, which you gladly handed over. As you mentally prepared yourself for the long walk alongside his horse while he rode, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Come Y/N, let me help you on." He said as he patted the saddle. 

He gave you a boyish smile when he noticed your surprised expression. Since you had expected to walk, his request had left you flustered for a moment.

Holding in a relieved smile, you allowed him to help you atop his horse, very glad that you would not be walking. As you fixed your skirts, he got on behind you. Though you felt uncomfortable with him being so close, you said nothing. Kicking his heels into the steed’s sides, the two of you trotted away from your home at a nice slow pace.

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It seemed the stranger was not in too much of a hurry because he allowed the horse to leisurely trot as he took in the sites of the countryside. During the quiet ride, it didn't take long before his free hand found it’s way around your waist. Despite not liking it, you remained silent and did not voice any objections.

"My name is Ubbe, by the way." He said suddenly to your surprise.

“If I may be so bold Master, why do you feel the need to reveal your name to me now?”

"I suppose I just thought you should know who purchased you." He said with a laugh.

"Whatever pleases you. But I will refrain from repeating it." You replied as you looked down the dirt road. "After all, no slave calls their owner by their name. So you see, knowing your name is of no use to me."

"What is a slave?" Ubbe asked with curiosity.

"A slave is someone who is bought or captured by another person. They are forced to work until they die or the Master gives them their freedom." You answered. "So you see, I am your slave."

"Oh. We call them Thralls." He replied . "At any rate, who said I bought you to be my slave?"

You did not give a reply to his question. Perhaps he meant to use you for more "salacious" endeavors. If your Master meant to make you a comfort girl to service his Viking friends, you would not comply.

"I cannot sleep with loads of strange men! I would rather runaway or kill myself!" You thought with anger.

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The rest of the ride was quiet with him increasing the speed of the horse to get you both to the docks quickly. When you finally arrived, your Master seemed to be very well known. There was a particular group of young men looking at the two of you as he helped you dismount from the horse.

“Who is she?” A smiling flaxen haired man asked your Master. “I like her already.”

The young man circled you with a look of intrigue and lust in his eyes. When he reached out and caressed your earring, that is when your Master seemed to step in.

“She is not for you Hvitserk!” Ubbe replied with smirk and a lick of his lips.

“Brother, you cannot mean you will not share her.” Hvitserk said as he smiled at you again.

“I mean exactly that.” Your Master replied with a laugh as he handed his things over to an old woman.

“Thank you Prince Ubbe.” The woman said before she and the others scurried off.

“You are a Prince?” You asked - eyes wide and full of shock.

“Come Y/N.” He said utterly ignoring your question.

“But my things, should I not carry them?”

“Do not worry. The Thralls have them.” Ubbe replied.

Apprehensively, you placed your hand in his as he helped you onto a massive ship. It was one amongst the myriad of Viking raiding ships. You could not believe that you were now standing in one about to leave your homeland. As Ubbe took a seat, he watched as you stood looking out to your town. 

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It did not take long for all the Viking ships to finally set sail in orderly fashion. The one that you were on being the second to depart the docks. When you could no longer see land, you stood looking out to the ocean with a heavy heart and tears in your eyes. You had no idea what to expect or what was to happen once you arrived in Viking lands. As you stood there thinking, the breeze from the ocean hit you, causing you to tremble from the cold. It did not help that you were wearing a simple cotton dress which allowed the frigid air blow through as if you were naked. Clasping your hands, your began to rub them together in order to get them warm.

“Y/N, come here.” Ubbe ordered.

Walking to your Master, who was seated and wrapped in expensive furs, you stopped in front of him

“Yes. Are you in need of anything?” You asked with chattering teeth as you held your arms around your body.

The wind picked up quite fiercly at that moment and beat against your dress, sending it slightly flailing around you.

“Come.” Ubbe motioned as he opened the furs.

You hesitated a moment, however, it was far too cold for you to resist the offer of being wrapped in warmth. Taking a seat between your Master’s legs, you leaned your back into his body as he wrapped the furs over the two of you. It was delightful to feel warm again as you allowed him to hold you close to his chest.

“Master, why am I not with the other slaves?”

“Stop saying that word. You are to live with Vikings now so you must say Thrall.” Ubbe replied.

“Fine!” You said with irritation. “Why am I not with the other thralls? You asked.

“As I have told you already Y/N, I did not purchase you to be a Thrall.”

You felt his arms tighten around you as he held you even closer than before. Suddenly, you felt his lips against your ear.

“I am going to marry you.”

Turning sharply to look at him, Y/C eyes met his icy blue ones - ever full of mischief.

“Please do not tease me Master. You paid great coin for me and --.”

“Forget that money. Consider it dowry to your mother if you must.” He chuckled. “I was going to tell her that I wanted you for a wife but her unexpected request made the entire situation.......very amusing.”

“I do not believe you Master.”

“I am not your Master. You must call me Ubbe from now on.” He said, with a devious smirk upon his face. “How will it look to everyone if my soon-to-be wife refuses to call me by name?”

You turned from him, unsure of what to make of his words. Was he playing a cruel trick or was he being honest? Holding you close again, Ubbe kissed your cheek sweetly.

“Do you not wish to marry me Y/N?” He asked. “After all, I would never force you.”

“It is not that. I just...... I just do not understand why you wish to marry me.” You managed to say. 

Cradling your head against his shoulder, Ubbe said nothing for a moment. He merely held you close as he looked off into the sky for some time. 

“We are meant to be. I felt it from the first night during the raids. When I spotted you standing in your families farm with a look of pure terror upon your pretty face, I knew you were the one. That is why I took up residence in your home.” He confessed. “To protect you all.”

You turned and looked up at him again. Searching his eyes, your heart was overcome with great emotion. From gratitude to genuine adoration...you could not put how you felt into words. As you beheld the handsome Prince, you could not believe your life in that moment. 

“You have my deepest gratitude for --.”

Before you could finish speaking, Ubbe brought his lips to yours, giving you a gentle and sweet peck. As his soft lips left yours, you could not help but to give him a shy smile.

“Thank the Gods! So you do know how to smile.” He jested with a laugh. “Now then, what is my name?”

“Ubbe.” You apprehensively said - doing your best to get accustomed to his name on your tongue.

“Wonderful Y/N.” He sighed with relief. Wrapping his arms around you, he smiled as he pressed another kiss onto your cheek. “Now, get some sleep, it is a long way home.”

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[therealcalicali]

UBBE: GETTING YOU BACK

IMAGINE: Ubbe regretting breaking up with you.

Ubbe felt bad for telling you that he wanted to see other people but he really couldn’t see himself being tied down so early in life. As the only son of Ragnar that looked the most like him, he had many women at his feet. Whenever he bedded women in the towns your Armies raided, he always knew you were all alone nearby. Most likely in your tent sharpening blades for the next battle. Despite being heartbroken and hurt, you did your best to focus on the battles and staying alive. The weeks turned into months before he started to gaze at you longer than normal.

Hvitserk, who was very close to Ubbe, commented one day that if he didn’t keep his eyes off you, he would die in battle. Aware of this fact, Ubbe focused as best he could during the fighting but always searched you out from a distance to make sure you were okay. He always sighed in relief when he spotted you and knew you had survived the latest skirmish.

Upon returning to Kattegat, you tried to get back to a normal life as the Lothbrok Princes plotted the next course of action for your people. A lovesick Ubbe would become distracted as he sat in the strategy meetings with Harald, Halfdan and his brothers. It became so obvious that all of them started to comment on it. Especially Ivar, who always had snide things to say. “Do not mind my brother, dear allies. He pines for a woman that he threw away. It is comical to say the least.” A smug Ivar remarked with satisfaction. Ubbe stared him down but said nothing.

Finding you at the waters edge one day, dangling your feet in its coolness, Ubbe and Hvitserk approached. They looked at one another before Ubbe prodded Hvisterk to speak to you on his behalf. “Hello Y/N, do you mind if I sit with you a moment?” The younger Lothbrok asked. You shrugged as Hvitserk took a seat next to you with Ubbe watching you both. Hvitserk tried his best to go to bat for his older brother. "He loves you and misses you dearly. You have to believe me." He said with sincerity. But you couldn't help scoffing at his words. “Really? Is that before, during or after you two share women?” You asked with a great deal of sarcasm. Hvitserk grimaced but continued on. “He cares about you. As do I. I want to see you both happy.” You stood up and giggled while dusting off your skirts. “Really? Perhaps you would like to share me as you do with Margrethe.” You added with contempt before you turned and walked away. Hvitserk's eyes perked up at the idea. Before he could say anything, Ubbe frowned. He couldn't believe that his brother would even entertain the thought. He promptly told Hvitserk to "Shut up!"

Realizing that sending people to speak on his behalf would not work, Ubbe began conversing with you during festivals. Well at least he tried. You wouldn't ignore him but you had allot of smart-ass remarks for everything he said. “Y/N, I want to talk to you alone. Now!” He demanded at one festival quite tired of your backtalk. You rolled your eyes and smiled at him. “Do you? For what purpose? Is Ivar waiting for us in your bed? Perhaps Sigurd? You know, maybe there is something to sharing one’s body often. I may just find two men tonight and see what all the fuss is about.” With that, you left as he watched you with rage and jealousy boiling in his veins.

Knowing how you liked to swim early in the mornings, Ubbe waited patiently one day. He watched you undress and realized how beautiful you were and how much he had not appreciated what he had. He studied every curve and memorized each mole and scar. He knew you had rejected him numerous times, however, he was determined to win your heart again. As you swam happily, Ubbe watched from his hidden position. He drank mead while eyeing you as a hungry wolf would eye his prey.

Being a troublemaker, Ivar was was more than happy to inform Ubbe about some news he'd heard. You had a secret suitor. "I can confirm he's a merchant and plans to ask her to marry him. Soon in fact." Ivar chuckled as he chewed meat. The news hit Ubbe like a ton of bricks. He turned and looked at Ivar with a shocked expression.

A week later, as you finished getting ready in your modest homestead for the first festival of Summer, Ubbe forced his way in. He pushed past two male thralls despite their pleas. He had had just finished beating your suitor nearly to death, leaving the poor man a bloody mess on the floor of his own shop. Despite the protests of your slaves, he marched to your bed chamber and entered. You turned to look at him, utterly fed-up with his constant stalking and sneered. “And what, pray tell, do you want Ubbe? As you can see, I am busy and have places to go.” Still covered in blood, Ubbe stared at you like he had lost his mind. As he walked closer, he kept his blue eyes trained upon you. “I came for what’s mine. You will marry me so that I will have you for good. That is final!”