#rollo lothbrok

[cyanide-rifle]

Wait.... is bjorn actually rollo's son?

[inrealvampire]

Ofc no offence

(No hate to clive standen hes handsome ofc)

[den-som-er-forelsket-i-manen]

У меня есть хэдканон на то, что Этельстан практически не знал ругательств на языке скандинавов, но став жить с ними его словарный запас в этом плане значительно пополнился. И виноват в этом по большому счёту Ролло

Мне нравится думать, что Рагнар ругается с ним из-за того, что он учит его маленького невиданного монаха мату

I have a headcanon that Athelstan knew practically no Scandinavian curse words, but living with them significantly expanded his vocabulary. And Rollo is largely to blame for this.

I like to think that Ragnar scolds him because he's teaching his little, unseen monk how to swear.

[forestdreammies]

just started vikings and my god i do not like any of these men (except bjorn and floki) as of the end of season one please tell me it gets better or am i just being a little baby

[artemiseamoon]

Finale: Mated

🧸💜

📚📚 read on A03

Fic info

The fire crackled and popped as its red-orange flames danced in the mild wind, sparks drifting upward to the sky. Removing her smores from the flame, Sloane used the twig to bring it to Rollo’s mouth while he kept one arm around her.

“Tell me, Ragnar, how is it I returned bear and you a - what is it again?” Rollo asked.

“Incubus,” Ragnar repeated with a fire of his own in his eyes. He was seated with Noelle, one hand on her thigh as he held his beer with the other.

The night had taken a turn, for sure. At first, they had lunch and caught up, and moved through the shock and surprise that Ragnar and Rollo are brothers. There was no talk of the mystical elements; everything was kept as normal as possible as Rollo and Sloane agreed to keep the rest quiet for now.

For Sloane, she knew there had to be some magical reason behind Ragnar being alive too, but he didn’t feel or smell like a bear, nor a shifter at all. She couldn’t get a read on him. Then Estelle had to leave for the night, and the remaining four made their way outside to enjoy a bonfire. It was then that Ragnar commented on seeing Rollo’s bear in his eyes, that he knew quite a bit about such things now, and could see Sloane’s too. This opened the door to everything coming out around the fire: how the brothers returned, sensing each other’s presence last year, and more. It was all stranger than fiction…

[maldarine]

[maldarine]

[artemiseamoon]

Teaser: Mated 1

Werebear! Rollo x Sloane

Connected to When Night Comes (Ragnar x Noelle)

📚 read on A03 📚📚

Fic info

Regret. It was an emotion Rollo knew too well. As he sat in his truck, eyes fixed on his knuckles, he remembered the way they looked after that fight 17 days ago. The one that led to him getting attacked in retaliation - the one that was the final straw to him saying goodbye to this previous home. He knew he shouldn't have fucked that mans wife, but he did it because he could, and he did it to see the look in the man's face once he found out. Rollo had numerous brushes with death in his old life, and so far, this new one was starting to catch up.

His mind went back to the battlefield in England, his last memory of that time. Death came, but not Valhalla; darkness followed, a never-ending abyss that seemed a fate worse than anything he could have imagined. His soul was stuck. Then, suddenly, air filled his lungs, and he found himself in a physical body again, his body. Yet, though he had a pulse, in his mind he remained a dead man.

Three days later, on a walk in the woods to sort his thoughts and try to gain control over the fear that gripped him, Rollo had his first shift. The transformation was jarring; it hurt every bone and muscle in his body, and Rollo had no awareness of what happened to him until the third time it occured. Not knowing what else to do, he stuck to the woods and mountains, living like a recluse…