Tumblr put a content label on my post over some pink strawberries so I had to copy the request This was requested from @b1rd-0f-w4r “I saw requests are open so I'm here :D Can we request original ocs of yours? Then it would be pretty fun for the 2 elves to *try* to teach reader their language, to a foreign reader that knows nothing about their language.. Language barriers are pretty fun to write ^^”
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You were huddled up underneath a blanket against the wall. You had tried to great as much space as possible from the two elves and you. Even though the bed was quite large, it didn’t seem enough. The elf closest to you tilted his head as his eyes racked over your form. He was the most mischievous one, and while the other was more dangerous in terms of magic and all that, Sigurd was the one you feared the most. And with good reason.
“I’m bored!” Sigurd whined as he threw his head back, causing his long blond hair to fall from his shoulders in rivers of liquid gold. He never seemed to be able to sit still and his restlessness only caused you unease.
The other elf only scoffed and rolled his eyes. In his hands were a thick tome filled with poetry. The words on the covers were totally unintelligible. Eilif’s green-yellow eyes flickered to yours. Their intensity sending a shiver down your spine. He sighed loudly before he resumed his reading.
Eilif’s disinterest in Sigurd boredom only made him more whiny as he dramatically collapsed over your blanket. “He is ignoring me again… Can you believe that?” his tail flickered playfully behind him. “But you will entertain me, won’t you?” sky blue eyes looked up at you pleadingly.
“Stop harassing her. She can’t stand your presence anymore than what I do” the black haired man snapped.
Sigurd didn’t seem to get hurt by his words and only tugged on your blanket. “Aren’t you humans supposed to be kind?”
“Can you please leave me alone….?” your voice was meeker than what you would have liked, but knowing what kind of bullshit Sigurd could suddenly do was too much a risk to act out. He might look a lot friendlier than Eilif, but he was so much more sinister.
“Agh! You are no fun!” he rolled over onto his back with his face facing Eilif’s book. A sudden lightbulb seemed to have ticked off in his sick head and he suddenly sat up. Eilif grumbled at his sudden movements, but Sigurd couldn’t care less. “Oh I have an idea!” he tore the book from Eilif’s hands before he waved it in front of you. A whine popped out of Eilif’s forehead and you were sure he would strangle the man.
“Why don’t we teach our lovely little human some of our language?” the blond elf chimed. To your surprise a small smile formed on Eilif’s lips at the idea.
“Now that’s not a bad idea… I can’t remember the last time you had an idea this good.”
“Hey! That’s rude!”
“Ehh… I’m not so sure tha—”
“Oh don’t be a killjoy sweetheart!” Sigurd interrupted you as he ripped your blanket off as he forced your legs down from where they had been shielding you. “We always try our best to understand human culture, so it’s only fair you try to understand ours!” You didn’t say that the had literally kidnapped you against your will and their way of understanding human culture was not exactly something you had ever asked for.
You tried to show him off you, but he didn’t budge.
“We should start with something easy” Eilif was suddenly at your side, blocking your route to escape. “Hmm… Oh how about this: we can teach you basic greetings first.”
“That’s boring.”
“Shut up.” “Can you try to say: ‘Hello my name is [Name]?’” the language he spoke in was beautiful and melodic. You had heard them speak the elvish language before, especially when they were discussing matters concerning you.
You blinked at him with big eyes. It didn’t seem to difficult. “Okay… Uhm… ‘Hello me name is [Name].’”
“Hmm not quite, but good job!” the black haired elf gave your head a gentle pat as if you were his pet (which wasn’t too far from the truth).
“Boring!” Sigurd pressed his hand on Eilif’s face and pushed him away earning him a hiss from the man.
“Do that again and I will bite your hand off” Eilif’s lips were drawn back in a sneer, revealing his long and sharp fangs.
“Ooooh scary…” Sigurd held his hands up in a mocking expression. “‘You look extremely handsome.’ Can you say that?” his grin obnoxious.
You hesitated, but upon seeing no visible reaction from Eilif — the more sensible of the due — you decided to try. “‘You… lock extreme handsome?’”
“No, ‘you look extremely handsome.’”
“‘You look extremely handsome.’”
“Yay! You did it!” Sigurd leaned forward and gave your cheek a big wet smooch. “You are a natural!”
“So… what does it mean?”
“You look extremely handsome!”
“Oh.” Of course you should have seen that coming.
“‘I love you.’ Can you say that?” Eilif’s expression was serious and his deep voice a bit lower.
Your gaze flickered from the two of them. They were both staring at you with emotions you didn’t want to try and understand. “‘I love you…’” something didn’t feel right as the words fell from your lips. You had a suspicion of the words meaning, but you didn’t want to say it out loud.
Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...soon...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, Bjorn
Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies
Word count: 1511
Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six
Masterlist Here
Slowly but surely, you were settling into this new Viking lifestyle. That doesn’t mean it didn’t have its draw backs.
“There just innards!” Sigurd half yelled as you tried not to puke.
“I don’t care its gross!”
“Its food!”
“Not yet it ain’t!” you gagged, remembering how he tried to make you disassemble the deer. You’d went back home a shuddering mess and luckily Bjorn said he’d do it for you. But Sigurd wasn’t letting it go, “What’s the big deal anyway? it’s done now,”
“Because you get the princess treatment,” he rolled his eyes as he continued to cut up his onions.
You rolled your eyes and tried your best to focus on the carrots. Then you heard a sniffle, “Dude, are you crying?”
“No!” he spat, “It’s the onions,”
“It’s only because you’re crushing them, here- “you tried to help him, but he snatched the knife back, “I’m just trying to help,”
Sigurd rolled his eyes, continuing to cut the onions through his tears, “Well you’re helping wrong,”
That’s it. you gave it. you dumped the carrots you’d just cut into the stew and stormed away, ignoring his protests.
As you made your way to the market you breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted Ivar and Hvitserk at a stall. They smiled as you approached but you just groaned, “Is he always such a control freak?” They glanced at each other before nodding in unison, “Next time give me a heads up,”
“You never listen when we do,” Hvitserk teased.
“That’s cause you give terrible advice,” you hummed sweetly, “You boys having a shopping spree?”
You had all came to a mutual understanding that you would no longer be explaining every little modern phrase or idiom since you wanted to keep your sanity intact. Now they just guessed and hoped for the best.
“I think?” Hvitserk said, “I need leather to make a new bag and Ivar just likes looking at shiny things,” he said as he nudged his younger brother.
You just smiled, confused by the slight blush on his cheeks and Hvitserk’s sniggers. Clearly you hadn’t noticed Ivar checking you out. “Mind if I tag along?”
Walking around the markets of Kattegat was both chaotic and oddly relaxing. You probably would be nervous if you weren’t flanked by at least two sons of Ragnar at all times. You were stood admiring a jewellery stall while Ivar argued with the stall owner over a price of a carved dagger head. Hvitserk in his true fashion was chatting up the stall owner’s daughter.
“Which one do you like?”
“Jesus!” you span around, pushing Ubbe back, “don’t sneak up on me,”
The older brother laughed as you let out a sigh and turned back to the stall, “Sorry, sorry. You make it too easy though,” he held his hands up in mock defence as he peered over your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes before picking up one of the bracelets. It looked like silver, iron maybe, you weren’t a hundred percent sure on what was used these days, but it was beautiful. An open bangle with a Viking cross on its face, Celtic banding going along the sides. “This is cute though,”
As you looked up you saw Ubbe nodding to the guy before they began to barter, “You really don’t have to- “Ubbe didn’t even respond as the men continued to haggle. You stood, unable to intersect, until eventually Ubbe handed the man some coins, “You didn’t need to buy it- “
“I wanted to,” he said, taking it gently from your hands and placing it on your wrist. You coughed a little, trying to force the butterflies out your stomach but when Ubbe looked up at you with a little smile you had to look away.
“Thank you,” you muttered.
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Later that evening you were all sat around the fire after polishing off the stew Sigurd had made. “That was one good deer,” Hvitserk said as he laid back, resting his head in his hands as he faced the sky.
“Would’ve been nicer if I had some help to cook,” Sigurd grumbled.
Eyebrows raised at his comment but despite how petty you wanted to be you decided to ignore him. When Bjorn looked at you, eyebrow raised, you mouthed ‘tell you later’ and stood up. “Anyone else want more wine?”
All cups went into the air. You laughed as you grabbed the jug, topping off all the cups. Of course you started with Sigurd, not before asking, “More wine?” with a sweet smile. To which he grumbled a quiet yes. You rolled your eyes before turning to the rest of the boys.
You were honestly surprised Bjorn actually joined you all for stew. Ragnar had joined you all but skipped out on the post dinner drinks to go annoy Floki about some boat while Aslaug disappeared into her own world.
Not wanting to disturb her you all decided to start a bonfire a short walk away while you all relaxed. “Thanks,” Bjorn muttered as you finished filling his cup. He raised an eyebrow when you sat down between him and Hvitserk’s star gazing but didn’t protest. “New bracelet?”
Instinctively your hand went to your wrist, holding the bracelet lightly, “Ubbe got me it,”
Ubbe nodded silently while Ivar’s eyes went wide before trying to appear calm, “When?” he asked.
“When you were threatening to demonstrate all the things you could do with a dagger to the owner of the stall,” you smirked. Ivar rolled his eyes, but it was Hvitserk laugh that caught your attention. “What?”
“Oh, nothing you sweet summer child,” he teased. As Sigurd snorted at his joke you decided to be mature. So naturally you hit Hvitserk. “Hey!” he whined, rubbing where you smacked his shoulder.
“Are all Vikings horn dogs or is it just him?”
“I’d ask what that means,” Ubbe laughed, “but I can take a guess,”
“Hey, I just like a little fun,” Hvitserk protested with a laugh, but you just rolled your eyes.
Before this conversation could get any worse for you, you decided to change it, “So what Viking training do I get tomorrow?”
“We have to do training tomorrow,” Ubbe said, before giving his brothers a pointed look, “and no getting out of it this time,” he said only to get waved off. You saw a slight smirk on Bjorn’s face as he watched how his younger brothers interacted. It must be quite odd for him, you thought, being so much older yet still only being a brother.
“I guess I have been a bit of a distraction,” you laughed before laying down next to Hvitserk to look at the stars.
You didn’t need to look up to know Sigurd was nodding his head. “A welcome one though,” Hvitserk teased, his head rolling over to smirk at you. You just hummed at him, before turning your attention back to the stars.
“I suppose I shall entertain myself,” you sighed and before anyone could protest you decided to add, “and if anyone ruins my long lay in, I shall use the skills you all taught me to stab you,”
“You become more like us every day,” Ubbe laughed. The chatter continued but you found your attention being lost more and more as you gazed into the sky.
You couldn’t help but let your mind wander. Did your family miss you? Were they looking for you right now? How much time had even past back home? It’s only been a week here, yet it felt like a lifetime. Did they even know you were gone?
“You, okay?” Hvitserk’s hushed voice snapped you out of it though not loud enough to distract the others from their conversations.
You turned your head to him and that’s when you felt the wetness on the side of your face. Quickly you whipped the tears away, “Yeah sorry. Was just thinking,”
“It’s alright,” he said, a soft smile on his face, “What about?”
You debated saying nothing, but his sweet smile made you, “Home,”
“I’m sorry,”
“It’s not your fault,” you said, turning your head back to the sky.
“Can I admit something rather selfish?” he asked and when you glance over you also noticed his eyes were back on the stars.
“Always,”
Finally, he met your eyes again, “I’m glad you’re here. Even if it means…you know,”
You smiled lightly, “I’m glad to be here, in a weird, twisted way. I just hope someday I get to go back. I miss it,”
“What was it like?” he asked.
Your eyes went back to the stars as you began to retell your tales. Stories you once thought were insignificant meant so much. Hvitserk listened to it all. After what felt like an hour of talking you finally let him get a word in edge wise, not that he was complaining, “I hope I get to come with you, even for a little while. You can show me your world,”
“Id like that,” you smiled before you both just lingered in the comfortable silence.
Hii!! Could I get hcs for Bjorn Ironside or Ivar with a s/o who’s more dominant in bed? Thank you!
i apologise in advance anon, this is horny as hell, and i did all the sons because i have a problem, and also pretend Ivar's dih works for this imagine's sake
Ragnar's Sons | Their S/O is more dominant in bed
{Vikings Masterlist}
Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar
gn reader
Requests for headcanons / drabbles / reactions always open~
Content warning MDNI: strong sexual content, dom!reader, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm denial, hair pulling, face slapping, taunting, rough sex, spitting, face sitting(?), aftercare, tears of pleasure, creampie, controlling behaviour, possessive, oral m recieving, slight choking
Bjorn
Bjorn is taken aback, but does not give in quickly
Think like... you shove him against the wall of your shared private room, and he lets you, but the thrilled look in his eyes catches your attention
Pupils dilated, breathing heavy, and a twitching smirk catching at his lips as you keep a rough hand on his chest to hold him in place
He LOVES when you show no fear of him and his rebuttal, despite him being nearly a head taller and far stronger
It makes him want to drop to his knees and please you all you command him to, but he also cannot help the desire to counter your attitude; show you just who is in charge and make you scream under him in his bed
So when you demand him to "kneel" at your feet through gritted teeth, he does not move, and his eyes flicker between yours
Like some wild animal, trying to decide whether to bare teeth or submit
So when he drops, he goes down slow
Icy eyes not leaving yours, and his firm hands finding your hips in a feral display of possession, while allowing you to tilt his head up so gently with a hand on his jaw
"You are mine tonight to use as I wish, Bjorn. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, hm?"
And with words like that, he is lost in you
Ubbe
Ubbe loves it when you take the lead
He obeys quickly, but you should take his willingness with a grain of salt
His favourite is when you ride the line between soft and rough
Such as your bites on his shoulders just hurting that bit too much, causing him to wince and retaliate with a harsh pinch to your thigh
Or when you squeeze your hand around the base of his length harshly, rudely interrupting his climax, and as he sits up to grab your hand, you only pin him back down with a warning look in your eye
He likes throwing a challenge to you every now and then, keeping it interesting
"It is only to make sure you are aware... that I can flip this on its end very quickly if I wanted to," he practically growls against your ear after escaping the restraints you had tight against his wrists and pinning you beneath his bare body
Or another time when you were riding him, and he tried to roughly grip your hips to control your pace
Only to be met with a slap on the knuckles from you, making him cower slightly, allowing you to move at your own pace again
He is not one to stop you from using your power against him, but only as much as he allows
Hvitserk
Hvitserk... the little shit
He is challenging to deal with
A constant fight of push and pull between you two, and he does not give up lightly
But he absolutely loves it, and nothing gets him harder than you fighting back at his roughness with your own
A mess of bedding thrown around the room, teeth marks littering both your bodies, and hands attempting to pin each other down
He laughs and taunts you when you dom him
Grabbing his braids to make him look up at you causes him to dare you to pull harder
He once even spat at you when you demanded he get undressed for you
Only for you to have both knees on either side of his head minutes later, using his mouth for your own pleasure while his cock lay ignored and untouched by you
"See, Hvit? Your tongue has much better use than hissing at me like an angry kitten."
You both always end your session covered in bruises, bites, loose, tangled braids and heavy breathing
But Hvitserk always demands attention afterwards, tucking himself against you and giving you soft, wet kisses to make up for his earlier behaviour
Sigurd
Oh, he pretends he hates it
Every command by you is met with retaliation, a pretend disinterest, and an obedience that is shaped with a "I'm only doing this because you want me to... not because I'm into it."
He's totally into it
But sarcastic remarks only get him so far, and once he realises that you are not fucking around, he gets slightly nervous
He does not show it, but you notice the hitch in his breath when you bite his lip harshly
Or pull his hair back to expose his throat to your ravishing mouth
But the second you praise him, and become softer with him, he melts into it
Will hide his face in your neck while you jerk him off, trying to muffle his noises as best he can
Or hold you impossibly close while you grind on his lap, letting you guide the movements and following with his own
A quiet sob can be heard from him when he climaxes inside you, overwhelmed with the pleasure and security he feels
Ivar
He does not trust easily
And he is always assuming that he must establish his control first
But when you don't give in to his demands and flip it onto him, it messes with his head
You slowly press his torso back onto the bed as you keep approaching him with confidence, and it fills him with a burning want, but also a desire to lash out
He wants to grab you and pin you beneath him, tear your clothes off and keep his control over you while you lie and let him use you however he pleases
But in this case, he does not
It is all he has ultimately wanted: to be chosen
To be wanted over and over and over
And so when you remove his clothes, and slowly trail down his torso to his dick, he only watches, leaning up on his elbows
No hands in your hair and no forceful movements, but only his head falling back as he watches and feels you take his cock into your mouth
But do expect him to give you a rough time every now and then
Maybe a hand to your neck, squeezing slightly, which you only give back with a harder squeeze to his own
Or a yank of his hair
But he likes when you fight back and how it makes you both on equal playing fields with dominance and control
Hey my lovelies, back with a Headcanon! I hope you enjoy it!
Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!
❀Sigurd didn’t realise he was writing about you at first. He simply let the melody flow through his fingers as he strummed. Each time listening for what felt right, what flowed together. Sigurd was enjoying taking time away from the chaos to relax.
❀As the melody progresses, Sigurd begins to create the lyrics. Sometimes Sigurd doesn’t create lyrics with his music. However, he finds himself glancing over at you one day words appear to come to mind.
❀Sigurd doesn’t think he just sings and creates. He prides himself on having a talent his brothers don’t have. They don’t know the fine delicacy of creating something so beautiful. They wouldn’t be able use an instrument so delicate.
❀Sigurd spends hours working; it has to be right. You deserve something worthy of the God’s to be written for you. Sigurd is unsure whether or not to present it to you, what would you think? Would you laugh? It is not a usual skill of a Viking warrior.
❀Sigurd puts it into the pack of his mind while he tries to finish the song first. He cannot give it to you if it’s not finished. He dedicates his free time to completing it. When he does, he’s taken back. He has never composed something so wonderful. It is his proudest accomplishment to date.
❀Gathering the courage he can muster, he leads you towards the lake, away from everyone. Determined to share this moment with you privately. Hands shaking with fear, he strums with a praticed ease, looking anywhere but you, terrified of your reaction.
❀Sigurd puts his heart and soul into it. It’s his one chance to express how he feels about you. Towards the end, he gathers the courage to steal a glimpse of you, hanging onto every note. Sigurd knows he’ll write more songs about you in the future.
Vikings preference: your friend hits on you and gets aggressive
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Ragnar
Feels genuinely hurt because he thought he could trust your friend. Whenever Ragnar went away, he'd ask your friend to keep an eye on you and generally make sure you're safe and sound. Makes veiled threats and passive-aggressive jokes at first, hoping that he can both force a boundary and not sour any relationships but his humour is gone when he realizes that your friend is not keen on taking no as an answer. If you raise your concern about "safety vs. keeping a friend", Ragnar makes a sarcastic comment about your sentiment - because a guy who forced himself on you is such a great friend to keep, right?
Gives you a knife to keep on you at all times. If you have the guts, and such an occasion arises, to stab the man once he gets physical with you, Ragnar will have your back no matter what. Also, low-key thrilled. But if you don't end up fighting your own battles, he'll gladly do it for you. Not an ounce of regret on his face during or after.
Bjorn
Pretty direct. Makes plausible threats and will fulfil them. Terrifyingly calm and collected for the most part. He's angry but also disappointed that someone you considered a friend could repay your kindness and affection in such a way.
If you tell Bjorn that you're unsure what to do because you want to keep your friend or you think that he's overdoing things, he might get short with you but it's not out of malice. He's worried that if you don't see your male friend for the lying snake that he is, you might get even more hurt and that possibility enrages him so much he doesn't entertain that thought longer than necessary.
Bjorn is definitely the type to make his revenge somewhat public. Not only will that make others keep their distance from you but it will also earn him respect among other men - he takes his husbandly duties seriously. Whether your "friend" lives or dies is entirely up to them and how callous they have been with you. Whether he meant to or not, Bjorn causes people to look away from you when you're walking through the town. No one wants to risk getting your friend's treatment.
After that, Bjorn will never trust any man who tries to be your friend or claims to be one.
Ubbe
Tries to be the bigger person at first and has a stern word with your friend. Ubbe is probably the only one to seriously take your word/assurance that there's nothing to get worked up about. He will also wait relatively the longest before getting seriously involved - not because he doesn't care, it's quite the contrary. He doesn't want to impose on your independence, so even if he's uncomfortable with the situation but you keep saying "I've got this", he will keep to himself although will voice his concerns (and will refuse to leave you alone at any place or time). When things become serious and the man starts to get physical, Ubbe will make it clear that from now on he's more concerned about your well-being than your freedom: "I'm sorry for disregarding your wishes but I can't sit and watch you get hurt". Believes to be responsible for your safety as your husband.
Ubbe is the type of person who will seek your friend out on his own and resolve the issue right then and there. He goes to the other man's house one night and leaves it only when an agreement is reached - doesn't matter how far he has to go to ensure that. Ubbe's not afraid to get his hands dirty for the right reasons.
Hvitserk
Also hurt because he was actually getting along well with the other man. Hvitserk will ask about your perspective and wishes but if your safety is compromised, he won't make them a priority. At first, he's trying to get you out of harm's way, so you're leaving your house only if he's by your side. But once he learns that your supposed friend forced his way into your home and put his hands on you, Hvitserk is determined to take things into his own hands. He won't seek out your friend on his own but rather wait for an opportunity to arise; doesn't start the fight but surely will end it. The next time another unwanted advances are made towards you, Hvitserk has an axe in his hand and this time, he's the one who doesn't take no for an answer.
If you ever befriend another man after that, Hvitserk will tolerate him but never let go of any suspicions. Also, might tell the story of your previous "admirer" to scare your new friend into behaving properly.
Sigurd
The most probable to get into a brawl right away. At first, he feels quite self-conscious seeing another man flirting with you but when the man in question starts to become aggressive, Sigurd coins his insecurity into hostility, effectively picking a fight. After what seems like lakes of blood and an entire concert of bones breaking, the brawl ends. Sigurd looks like he's been through Hell and still that's a lot better than your friend, who would be pronounced dead if it wasn't for the sporadic raise of his chest as he tries to take in a ragged breath. Sigurd will also voice his anger as he's caving in the other man's skull ("Was it fun when you grabbed her? Enjoying a little manhandling, eh? I'm happy to provide").
Gains respect in his brothers' eyes but none of them quite wants to admit it.
Ivar
He would also feel self-conscious at first. Considers your friend's bold behaviour an assault on his masculinity ("You think I'm not man enough and therefore think you have any right to bother my wife"). Not surprised in the slightest. Hated the guy's guts from the very beginning and made it obvious. Might actually say the dreaded "told you so".
Because he perceives your friend's aggression as somewhat personal, Ivar is driven to go quite far in order to make the punishment fit for the crime. Not only does he do it for your sake but also to make sure that everyone knows just how much of a true Viking is inside him. Some say that "silence is golden", so if your friend decides to use less-than-savoury language towards you, he might end up with his throat filled with liquid gold to ensure no more offence leaves his mouth. Similarly, he's going to suffer the "equivalents" for whatever other thing he's done. He grips your hand so hard there's a bruise? Ivar will wrap his hand with a chain and slowly tighten it until all the bones crack and the wrist is literally torn away from the forearm. But no matter what he does, in the end he still feels like it doesn't quite make up for your friend's wrongdoings.
i will die on my fix-it siggy hill. y’all can do NOTHING about it.
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your breath catches in your throat when you see ubbe walk along the docks on his own. where were hvitserk? and ivar? you’ve already seen bjorn. but most importantly, where was sigurd?
“ubbe!” you call out, running towards your oldest uncle. once he sees you his eyes widen and he stops walking. you frown at the look on his face and quicken your steps. “ubbe!” you call again. “where is sigurd?”
you look around for your other uncle but he’s nowhere to be seen. ubbe looks at you, not answering your question. and that when it dawns on you. he wouldn’t come back…
“no…” your voice breaks. “he’s not—” a painful sob interrupts you while tears gather in your eyes, ready to flow freely down your cheeks. “don’t tell me he’s dead,” you cry.
ubbe wordlessly embraces you, his hand at the back of your head to keep you close to him. you cry into his arms, your body trembling with the force of your sobs.
his touch against your back is gentle and comforting while he slowly rocks your around. “he’s not dead…” he then mumbles. “but he was damn near…”
you break the hug, sniffing you look up at ubbe. “where is he now? will be okay? who hurt him?” the questions ramble out of your mouth and ubbe cups your face before he kisses your forehead.
“he’s already being treated, he will be okay.” you notice the way he didn’t answer the last question. “do you want to see him?”
“yes.”
-
you sit beside sigurd’s bed, waiting for him to wake up. he hasn’t really been awake since a few weeks now, his injury weakening him more every day.
your head shoot’s up when you hear the door opening. you look towards the noise, your eyes narrowing when you see the visitor.
“what do you want?” you question in a annoyed voice, not wanting to pay a tiny bit off attention to your father.
bjorn scoffs and closes the door. “i want to make sure he’s doing okay. he’s my brother after all.” he stays by the door, leaning against the wall beside it.
“since when do you care for family?” you mock him, turning around to face sigurd again. the only one who made you feel wanted and loved when you were just a little child…
“don’t start with that now siggy,” he sighs. you bite your lip and flex your hands. you were this close to actually slice open his throat.
you turn around again to look at bjorn. “what? is it wrong that a daughter wants her father to acknowledge her?” you stare at him, having the same piercing eyes as him.
“we talked about that—”
“yeah and all you can come up with are pathetic excuses,” you spit as you jump up from the stool. “you were behaving like a child! how is it my fault she left? how can you make me responsible when it was her that fell out of love with you!”
“don’t you dare say that!” he yells, taking a step in your direction. there’s that familiar rage in his eyes and you knew that—maybe—you went to far but you didn’t care right now.
“i say what i want!” you yell back, your own body evident of the pent up anger you felt towards your father. “you can’t reason the way you treat me, you don’t get to say anything!”
you storm past him out of the room, tears making their way down your cheeks. he just wouldn’t understand, he wouldn’t care for anything you said.
every time when you see him talk to his sons your heart shatters into pieces. and the only one who managed to put it back together was sigurd.
he was the one that saved you from the river, he was the one who took care of you even though he was still a child himself. he was the one who was more a father than your own one.
sigurd was the one who kept you alive.
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“i thought i’d find you hear,” a familiar voice grunts before you see sigurd sit down beside you. his wound was still healing but he was able to walk now and go on about his day almost normal.
you give him a slight smile and lean your head against his shoulder. “how are you?” you want to know, staring out at the sea.
he puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. “i could ask you the same. i heard you and bjorn a few weeks ago…” he doesn’t expect an answer from you, knowing you don’t like to talk about him.
you let out a heartfelt sigh and close your eyes. “he was being an ass again,” you mumble. there were rarely any occasions where bjorn wasn’t an ass.
“he’s trying siggy,” sigurd says in a quiet voice, rubbing your arm in a comforting manner. “he doesn’t know what to do and he’s too proud to ask for help. you know him…”
“do i?” you question, your voice cracking. “all k want is for him to notice me sigurd… i just want him to love me.” a few silent tears trickle down your cheeks.
sigurd tightens his arm around your shoulders and turns his head to press a kiss to your hair. “he loves you. not as much as i do maybe, but he loves you. i know he does.”
it broke his heart to see you like that. for years he was the only one who really payed attention to you, who made sure you were safe and alright and he knew it weighted you down.
seeing bjorn being a father to his own sons, even the son of jarl borg, but failing to be there for you set something in him off. was it rage? or confusion? maybe even pity? he didn’t know…
but he loved you. he loved you more than anything, you were like his sister—sometimes even like his daughter—and he would set the world on fire to see you smile, to know that you were alright…
you sniffle and wipe away your tears. “but he fails to show me he loves me…” so far bjorn has failed you in everything. you weren’t even surprised anymore.
sigurd presses another kiss to your head. “one day he’ll realize his mistakes and then he’ll suffer. the gods will make him suffer,” he promises in a soft voice. “but we must have patience siggy…”
