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Riders of the Storm

Chapter 3: Howl of the wolf

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Violet ( ofc) x Ragnarsons x Sihtric

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⚠️ warnings: supernatural temptation, sexual understones, mentions of missing persons and past out of control behaviors

This chapter: Violet feels the mysterious pull of a strong force and grows closer to Sihtric and one of the Ragnarssons. 

Waking with a moan, Violet falls back into the mattress, breathing heavily. She wipes the sweat off her forehead and opens her eyes. 

Feeling overheated, she kicks the sheet off her body and sits up.

Violet

Her heart was pounding in her chest, a layer of sweat on her skin, a dizzy feeling washing over her.

Violet

She hears her name a third time. Something in the distance beckons her, like a magnet. Crawling out of bed, she goes over to the window and rests her hands on the edge. Closing her eyes, she lets the cool breeze hit her skin, giving her temporary relief.

A rustling in the trees breaks her calm moment. Violet opens her eyes and scans the landscape as nervousness rises in her. After a moment, she tries to calm herself.  “Vi, you’re being paranoid.”

Just as she steps away from the window, she hears her name a fourth time. Rushing back, she narrows her eyes until she catches two glowing eyes staring back at her. Violet freezes in place, holding her breath as a wolf reveals itself, stepping into view. Its ice blue eyes glow against the night sky and its stark white fur.

With trembling hands, Violet wipes the sweat off her forehead. Fear and arousal mixing in her body creating a weird shaky feeling.

“I’m not seeing you. This isn’t real.” She tries to reassure herself, unsuccessfully.

The wolf sits, a calm radiating from it as it stares back at her. Violet feels the pull, like an invisible cord ties her and the wolf together. Everything inside of her wants to go outside, but she fights it, she fights the urge.

Shutting the window, she quickly closes the curtains and steps away. Not realizing it right away, she starts to bite her nails as she makes her way over to the phone. Sitting at the desk, she picks up the phone then glances at the clock.

“It’s almost 4 in the morning Violet,” she hangs up the phone and turns the computer on instead. The energy from outside still calls her, seduces her. Opening up the chat, Violet sends Sihtric a message.

Violet: Are you awake?

She sits back and waits. They were both night owls and even more so since that night at the Ragnarssons' house. There was a chance Sihtric was up and if so, she needed to talk to him. A couple of minutes pass before he answers.

Sihtirc: I couldn’t sleep. Seems you can’t either.

Violet: Not really. Can we talk in person?

Sihtric: Are you okay?

Violet: I don’t know

Sihtric: I’m coming over

Violet: Be careful, I think something is outside my house. Come around back. I’ll let you in.  

15 minutes later

Violet closes the door carefully as Sihtric enters the room.

“Outside is clear.” He whispers.

“Thank you,” she sits on the bed, he does too, “I just...weird things are happening.  I don’t know how to describe it or what it even means. Something is up with this town.”

Sihtric listens closely, waiting a moment before he responds, “I always suspected as much. The missing persons fliers everywhere, fucking weird.”

Violet presses her hands into her thighs, her mind is racing.

“Have you been feeling weird? Since that night, as fun as it was, it feels like something inside of me is changing.”

Sihtric can see the worry in her eyes, trying to soothe her he places a hand over hers.

“Me too. I’ve mostly lost my appetite but I have all this energy. My eyes,” he pauses as she inches closer, paying very close attention to his words, “my vision is... i think i can see in the dark now.”

“Yes!” She raises her voice then quickly lowers it again, “ sorry. I just - I thought I was going crazy. That drink, maybe there was some kind of halluingenic in it.”

“The other night I swear I was floating up from my bed, I was in suspension.”

“Okay, well whatever that is, as good as it tastes, we,” she points to him then herself, “we can’t and won't drink anymore of it, okay? Just stick to classics like unadventerous newbies.”

Sihtric smiles, she does too.

“Deal.”

She continues, “It would make sense. If we’re still tripping, of course everything is off. Shit, I swore I saw a wolf in the yard tonight.”

Sihtric raises his brows, “a wolf?”

“Yeah,” she shakes her head, “thanks for coming over. I know it's late and we technically just met so emergency contacting you is proberly weird.”

Sihtics expression goes blank, “ it is. Its really fucking weird, “ then he smiles, “No, I’m joking. It’s fine.”

Relieved, Violet rests her free hand again against her chest. “Good, I believed you for a second. I do need to attempt to sleep though, I have an afternoon shift.”

Sihtric motions over to the pillows, “ I can leave once you fall asleep. Sneak back out before your dad sees me.”

“Or,” Violet moves her hand from under his and climbs into the covers, “you could stay, try to get some sleep too. Only if you want of course.”

A warm smile animates lips, reaching up to his eyes. “I’ll stay.”

“Good.” Violet settles into her spot and rests her head on the pillow. Sihtric stands and walks over to the small couch across the room. She watches him with a smile, “We could share the bed silly.”

Sihtric turns around, returning to the bed and kicks his shoes off. Even with all the high energy he had, there was an undercurrent of exhaustion. Maybe a little sleep wouldn’t hurt. Sihtric lays on the bed stiffly beside her, eyes focused on the ceiling.

Violet gently laughs, he turns his head to look at her. “What?”

“Feels like we're teens right? Laying in bed, we have to be quiet because my dads downstairs.”

“Yeah it does.” He replies candidly.

Violet yawns, resting a hand on Sihtrics arm before closing her eyes.

“Let yourself relax, sweet dreams.”

Sihtric watches silently as Violet difts off to sleep. That expansive feeling in his chest whenever he was near her growing, flowing through his entire body.

Taking a deep breath, Sihtric exhales and lets his body relax against the mattress.

That Morning 

After waking from a brief but deep sleep, Violet invites Sihtric to stay for a late breakfast. She introduces him to her family and they share a meal together. After eating, she helps her father in the kitchen cleaning up.

Victor wipes the plate with a rag and places it on the drying rack, “I thought we were past the sneaking in boys phase at this point.”

Violet playfully rolls her eyes at him, “I had a nightmare so I asked him to come over. He slept on the couch.”

Victor gives her that i dont believe you look before commenting further, “Henri likes him.”

Violet puts the cup down and peaks into the living room. Henri plays a board game with Sihtric, who also seems to be enjoying himself.

“Yeah, he does.” Violet smiles to herself and briefly returns to the kitchen to hug her dad. “I have to get ready for work.”

When the hug breaks, Victor leans back against the counter and crosses his arms.

“You coming home tonight?”

Violet stops in the doorway, looking back at him, “Of course, why wouldnt I?”

“The other night.”

“Time just got away from me, that's all. I will be home and if there's a change of plans I'll call, I promise.” She tries to reassure him.

He father remains still, not saying anything at first.

Victor lowers his voice, “I just want to make sure we don’t end up where we were 6 months ago.”

Despite his concern, Violet can't help but feel slightly upset. She crosses her arms.

“It wasn’t easy being stuck in the middle you know. You and mom. It was like being 13 again when you almost divorced the first time. I’m an adult and you two made me feel like…” she drifts off before starting again, “I was just coping. Badly, i know but...i’m not going to lose control.”

Victor clears his throat and comes over to her, pulling her into another hug.

“I just worry, okay. I’m sorry.”

Violet hugs him back, briefly soaking up how safe she feels in her fathers arms before pulling away to get ready for work.

Sihtric offers to drive her into town and they leave together.

That Afternoon

Work is uneventful aside from some minor annoyances. Everything sounds louder than usual, every scent stronger than before. Violet makes a playflist of her favorite songs to make the day pass by easier.

In the middle of the shift, Hvitserk stops by with lunch.

“If my boss saw you, she’d lose her shit. You know you guys arent allowed in here.”

Hvitserk shugs and jumps up on the counter, sitting to her left. He puts the bag down.

Violet laughs, “lucky you shes gone for a few hours.”

“It's not even me she has an issue with, it's Ivar.” Hvitserk opens the bag and pulls out a sandwich.

“Why Ivar?” Violet leans over the counter, looking up at him.

Hvitserk chuckles before taking a bite of his sandwich, “ because he’s the worse one.”

“Hmm,” she stands up again. Hvitserk pulls the second sandwich out, handing it to her. “And your dad, where is he?”

“Around, showed back up today like nothing ever happened.” He takes another bite of his sandwich, continuing to speak casually.

Violet unwraps the sandwich. “Your mom?”

“Travelling.”

Violet lowers the sandwich to observe him. Hvitserk pulls the black hoodie off his head and continues to eat.

Curiosity gets the best of her, “Why’d you visit me today?”

He shrugs, looking over at her innocently, “Figured you were hungry.” Violet thanks him with her eyes before returning to the sandwich.

A few hours later

Arriving at the front door, Violet retrives her keys from her pocket and looks up at Sihtric. He takes a step closer to her.

Violet drops her gaze for a moment as the butterflies in her stomach flutter. When she glances back at him, Sihtric is already watching her. When caught, he looks away before re-estabilishing eye contact.

Sihtric leans forward, warmth in his tone as he speaks, “ if you see that wolf again, you know who to call.”

Violet gazes at him with a soft expression. “I will.”

Sihtric takes a reluctant step back, “sleep well.”

“You too.” Violet turns toward the door and holds up the key, hesitating.

Lowering the keys, she turns around to catch another glimpse of him. Sihtric quickly closes the space between their bodies, pulling Violet into a kiss.

Sihtic places his hand on her neck, under her hair as she rests her palms on his shoulders. Violet slides her hand down his chest as he draws her closer, deeping the kiss.

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🍀For your writing prompts, maybe the brothers having a fun day at the lake? Like just fooling around before everything went to hell🍀

The summer sun beat down mercilessly from high in the sky, onto the lake just outside of Kattegat. Ivar shielded his eyes to glare up at it accusingly, as though he could somehow shame it into retreating behind a cloud. The sun appeared to have no intention of doing any such thing. It was shortly after midday, and in the summer, they would have hours of heat to look forward to.

Ivar was fast beginning to regret wearing dark clothing. He pulled off his tunic over his head and dropped it on top of the already discarded gloves that he wore to protect his hands and the delicate bones of his wrists as he moved around. Not far away, his brother's clothing lay in three similar piles where they had stripped before diving into the cool water of the lake.

Overhead, gulls circled in the sky, and the smell of pollen and slightly brackish water filled his nostrils. In the water, his three brothers shrieked and laughed as they splashed and swam.

Ivar dipped a hand into the edge of the lake, splashed his face, then ran his fingers through his hair. It felt wonderful for a moment, but it did not last long enough.

The glare of the sun was blinding on the surface of the lake and Ivar squinted as he watched Hvitserk swim up silently behind an unsuspecting Sigurd and push him underneath. He held him there for a moment, until Sigurd came up gasping and bedraggled, with water dripping from his nose and the ends of his braids. One hand paddled in the water to keep him from slipping underneath again, while the other emerged in a fist, ready to swing. Ivar couldn’t help but laugh as Hvitserk dove into the cool depths and resurfaced on the other side of the lake, safe from Sigurd’s retribution.

Although he would never tell them, he envied his brothers their ability to swim and play in the water. He could have joined them, of course, he had done so before, but it would not be the same for him. While he could float on the surface and move himself around after a fashion, he could not swim. Neither could he stand in the shallower water, and so to stay in the lake for any length of time would be both exhausting and awkward. Not to mention that if he were to sink below the surface while his brothers were distracted, he could easily drown.

But, in the water, he felt weightless, like he could almost stand. And it would be wonderfully cool...

He moved a just a little closer to the edge and plunged both of his hands in up to the wrists. He splashed his face and chest, then dipped his tunic into the water to soak it, and draped it around his shoulders. He pulled the cap from the leather flask he had brought with him, and took a long drink of water that his brothers had not washed and swam in, then moved himself slightly back from the water to place himself completely in the shade. He lay down, resting his head on the ground, closed his eyes, and allowed himself to relax to the sound of birdsong, and his brothers enjoying the swim.

Soon, when they got bored of being wet, when their fingertips started to wrinkle uncomfortably and they grew tired of unexpected dunkings, they would emerge from the water and dry off in the sun, before the four of them would make their way back up to the cabin to relax until the afternoon’s heat subsided a little. As night approached, they would light a fire and cook some of the meat from the deer that Ivar had brought down with a lucky arrow the day before.

It was surprisingly comfortable laying in the grass in the shade of the tree, and slowly the world around him began to fade away as the heat sapped what was left of his energy.

Water hit him suddenly and unexpectedly.

Ivar spluttered against the plume of lake water that hit him directly in the face. He gasped, one hand swiping frantically at his eyes to clear them, the other reaching out, ready to exact retribution on whoever had dared to…

Laughter.

As he cleared the water from his eyes, the image of Ubbe, his second oldest brother after Björn, and supposedly the responsible one, swam into view. Ubbe grinned widely behind his hand as he wiped water from his lips. His hair, braided at the back, was frizzing on the top where it had started to dry in the heat, and his shoulders were burned red from the sun.

“Why don’t you get in the water with us, Ivar?” he asked. “I can almost hear you sizzling in the heat.”

Ivar stared at him, his sleep-addled brain still trying to piece together why he was suddenly wet. “Did you spit at me?” he demanded.

“No.” Ubbe smiled, then shrugged. “Not really. It was a mouth full of lake water,” he added, as though that made it okay.

Ivar reached behind him for his rapidly drying tunic, and used it to scrub at his face. He scowled at his brother. Ubbe was standing in the shallow edge of the lake, emerging from the water at just below waist level.

He reached down with one hand, and splashed Ivar. Drops of water covered him, and it felt good. “Come in,” he said. “Mother would never forgive me if I let you die of heat exhaustion.”

Ivar rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to. I like it here.”

“Told you,” came a shout from behind Ubbe. Ivar glanced out into the lake, and Ubbe half turned to look at Sigurd. He was closer to the centre of the lake, submerged to his shoulders in the water. “He doesn’t want to get in because he’s afraid of the water.”

What? Ivar pushed himself up into a fully seated position to allow him to better glare at his slightly older brother. “I am not. Why don’t you come over here and say that to my face?!”

Sigurd laughed in response. “If you’re not afraid, why don’t you come in the water and prove it?”

Ubbe watched the exchange with folded arms and a disapproving expression on his face, but made no move to stop either one of them.

“I have nothing to prove to you, Sigurd,” Ivar told him.

He squashed down a stab of anger at Sigurd’s accusation. He imagined himself moving to the water’s edge and launching himself effortlessly into the lake, swimming the length of the water before pulling himself onto the shore once again to repeat that he had no interest in swimming.

If only it was as easy as that. For a start, he could not swim. The best that he could hope for in the water would be to sit at the edge, submerged up to his neck, with reeds tangling around his feet. Or perhaps to be carried by Ubbe into the deeper water where he could float around for a while, unable to fully relax due to Sigurd’s malicious presence.

Maybe if Sigurd hadn’t been there, if it had only been Ivar with Ubbe and Hvitserk, he might have joined them in the water. But of course if Sigurd had not been there, nobody would have challenged him, or accused him of being a coward, and he would be happily relaxing in the shade.

Appearing to realise that he wasn’t going to change his brother’s mind, Ubbe shrugged. “Your choice,” he said, then reached into the water and sprayed Ivar with a splash one more time, then fell backward into the lake with a grin, and disappeared under the surface.

Sigurd remained where he was for a moment, then shrugged. Deciding that Ivar wasn’t going to take the bait this time, he turned his attention to Hvitserk, who had made the mistake of moving closer to him. Sigurd plunged a hand into the water and splashed his older brother in the face. Hvitserk responded in kind, floating onto his back and kicking up the water with both feet until Sigurd began to beg for mercy.

Ivar closed his eyes and began to relax again.

For a moment.

Drip… Drip…

The water wasn’t hitting him directly. Instead, it appeared to be bouncing up from the ground and landing on him in small splatters.

Drip…

Apart from that one. That one had been a direct hit to his left nipple.

Irritated, he opened his eyes again to see that Hvitserk had climbed out of the lake and was standing next to him, naked as the day he was born, and dripping wet. Water ran from his hair, down his face and back, and eventually onto the ground. Or onto Ivar.

“You’re not really afraid of the water, are you?” he asked.

Ivar propped himself up onto his elbows and shot an accusatory glare out into the lake where Sigurd was floating on the surface of the water with his arms and legs outstretched. Sigurd was going to pay for this one. It was partially his own fault for speaking about these things to Floki when somebody could overhear him, but still, Sigurd was going to regret it.

Hvitserk sat down on the grass a short distance away, and stretched out, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. “Are you?”

Ivar shook his head, and tore his attention away from thoughts of revenge for the time being. “Of course not.” Hvitserk had seen him in the lake before. So had Sigurd for that matter.

He wasn’t afraid.

He really wasn’t.

Only… He thought of Hvitserk pushing Sigurd under the water. If one of his brothers did that to him, he did not know whether he would be able to surface by himself. He imagined the water closing over his head, and the world growing darker as he sunk deeper beneath the surface. He imagined precious bubbles of air escaping from his lips as he screamed for help, with nobody able to hear him. He thought of the long reeds that grew on the bottom of the lake, and imagined them tangling around his arms and legs, growing worse the more he struggled against them.

Despite the heat, he shivered.

“No,” he repeated.

Ubbe and Hvitserk had almost drowned once. They had fallen through the ice of a frozen lake. He imagined what that must have been like; the water icy cold, perhaps already beginning to freeze over again and seal them underneath. He imagined the terror they must have felt as they had fallen, the certainty that death was near, and he could not understand how either one of them could stand to submerge themselves in the water of the lake.

Okay, so maybe he didn’t exactly love the idea of going into the water, but that didn’t mean that he was afraid.

“So why does Sigurd think that you are?”

“Because Sigurd is an…” Ivar stopped, then gritted his teeth. Sigurd hadn’t arrived at his theory by simple observation and piecing things together; he wasn’t that clever. No, there was only one explanation. Hvitserk was staring at him intently, and Ivar knew that the only way he was ever going to end this conversation was to tell the truth. “Because he overheard me talking to Floki,” he admitted. “But I am not afraid of the lake.”

Hvitserk nodded, and remained silent, waiting for more.

Floki had been telling him, not for the first time, of the first journey that he and Ragnar had made to the west, to England, setting out with no real certainty that they would find land. He had told them of other trips across the ocean, of ships lost to the waves, and of men who had set out alongside them and never arrived at their destination. “I do not like the sea,” Ivar admitted.

Hvitserk’s lips quirked into a shadow of a smile before his expression grew serious again. “You’ve never been in the sea,” he said. “Or even on the sea.”

That was what Floki had told him too. Ivar shrugged. “True. And now you know why.”

“No, that’s not why,” Hvitserk insisted. “You have never been on the sea because both you and Sigurd were too young when father took Ubbe and I to Frankia. After that, you would not have had the chance.”

Ivar felt his lip curl in distaste. “Why would I not? Because nobody would ever ask a cripple to join their raiding party?”

Hvitserk hesitated. “Yes,” he admitted. “Though I might not have put it quite so harshly. But not only that, you’re still almost a child, and Sigurd has never been to sea either.”

Ivar scowled. “I am not a child, and Sigurd would have no interest in raiding. All he wants to do is lounge around playing music and spreading his legs for anybody who asks. Anyway, you were a child when father took you to Frankia.”

Hvitserk nodded. “But that was different, because it was our father. Unless he decides to come back, we’ll all have to either join other crews, or have Floki build us a boat of our own. Or not. There’s no shame in staying in Kattegatt, you know.”

“Says the brother planning to go with Björn to explore south,” Ivar said.

Hvitserk shrugged. “He asked all of us, I was the only one that decided to take him up on the offer.”

That wasn’t quite true though, was it? Either Hvitserk hadn’t noticed that one of his brothers had been missed out of the invitation, or had chosen to ignore it.

“Anyway,” Hvitserk added, he clapped Ivar on the shoulder and grinned widely. “If you do ever go raiding, can I be there to watch when you tell mother?”

Ivar frowned. “I will go,” he said. But Hvitserk was right, that would be a… difficult conversation. For all that their mother had told him his entire life that he was just as strong and capable as his brothers, and that one day he would be a great warrior and carry on his father’s legacy, he didn’t think that she actually believed it. Not really.

But it didn’t matter, because Ivar believed it.

“Well, sign me up to go too,” Hvitserk told him. “But first, you need to get over that fear of the water. Unless you want to conquer the world by land, riding on my back.”

Ivar scowled. “I am not afraid, I just...don’t like it very much. In theory.” He folded his arms defiantly. “Anyway, it is not important. When the time comes, I will board the boat regardless.”

Hvitserk nodded. “Well, one good thing about the ocean, he said. “Out there on the open water, being able to swim would make no difference at all. The waves can get so big and the wind so strong that anybody who goes overboard will end up as food for Jörmungandr.”

Ivar swallowed, suddenly feeling queasy at the thought. He took a deep breath and the sensation passed. If Hvitserk thought that piece of information was going to help, he was mistaken.

One glance at Hvitserk and the expression on his face showed that he had not been trying to help. Ivar opened his mouth to say something in return, but for once, words failed him. Hvitserk got to his feet, shrugged apologetically, grinned, and backed away into the water again. As Ivar watched, he ducked underneath, and re-emerged at the other side of the lake.

Ivar glared at him for a moment, then looked around. His brothers’ clothes still lay in three messy piles close to the water’s edge. Well, if Hvitserk wanted to mess with him, he could mess right back again. Sigurd too, for that matter. His little dig about him being afraid had started the whole thing.

And now that he thought about it, it was Ubbe who had drawn everybody’s attention to the fact that he wasn’t in the water. And it was Ubbe who had spat water in his face while he dosed in the heat…

Ivar glanced out into the centre of the lake to check that his brothers were distracted, then flipped himself onto his front and made his way over to the piles of clothing...

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Training

►◌Author's Note: This was kinda freaky lmao. I thoroughly enjoyed writing and I think Ubbe won but I did not write the request lmao. Who do you think won? Drop a reply below lol My taglist and requests are open! I hope that you enjoy it! thanks again ►◌Pairing: Reader x Ivar, Reader X Hvitserk, Reader x Sigurd, Reader x Sigurd. ►◌Warnings: Some Smut. It's freaky lol. Enjoy. ►◌Requested: Not sure if your still doing requests but if you are could you do one with ivar and his brothers trying to see who could make you cum the hardest and faster, with ivar winning by making the reader squirt

►◌ This is a continuation to Permission

Ivar had been particularly distant with you. He stayed away always with his brothers or that damn blacksmith. And it was supposed to be a punishment, you were sure. But this wasn’t a punishment. You were fine with his distance. You’d taken to training with Hvitserk. You wanted to learn how to properly fight. Hvitserk started with you easy. He swung the wooden sword down at your shield and immediately you jumped down. Your feet landed hard and you blocked him. “Look at you.” He smiled. Hvitserk’s smile was infectious. You brandished a smile and stood beside him. “I have been practicing.” “It seems you have time on your hands.” “I do.” You chose not to elaborate on the matters at hand. Everyone knew Ivar the Boneless was known to have mood swings. This was just lasting longer than you normal. “He will come around,” Hvitserk said. The training was over. The huge drops of rain hit the sand and you ran back to the hall, with Hvitserk in tow. “Tomorrow,” Hvitserk dropped his sword in the corner. “at dawn we start balance training. Your left foot needs some work.” “Sure thing.” You returned the smile and parted ways. He sat with Sigurd and Ubbe at the table closest to the throne. You made your way to Ivar. The snare on his face, however, was directed to his older brother as he took his seat and paid no mind to the scowl from the king. Hvitserk never really paid him any attention, it bothered Ivar. “How did your training go?” “It went well.” You kissed his cheek and to your surprise, he took your hand and kissed it. “I missed you watching me…” “I will train you one day.” He said simply. “Tonight actually.” “Tonight?” “Yes. Tonight.” Ivar laughed and he rolled his eyes. “I think you need a good session to help you with your… balance.” “Hvitserk is a good trainer.” You whispered. “I swear it was only training.” “Y/N, if I thought it was anything else I would have hung him upside down from the post already. Calm yourself. It is just training.” Ivar slid the plate full of vegetables to you. “Eat your food, I am sure you are worn out.” “Thank you.”

The festivities in the hall went into the early morning and like always there were the brothers, still at the table. They told animated stories of their raids and the gods. But this time they were all drunk, the mead had taken their effect. Even on Ivar. “Ubbe, do you remember the night we met the shieldmaiden in Ireland?” He sat perched on the steps in front of his brothers. The hazed smile made you feel warm as he pulled you closer. “Ahh, I do.” “Remember the game we played with her?” “I remember you losing.” Ubbe gruffed. “As well as you Hvitserk.” “I did not lose, you won because you tried too hard Ubbe. You always have to win.” “I try.” He took another gulp of the mead and turned to you. “I do not know if our brother would want his wife to play the game but from what I saw last time… I would like her to be.” “Yes. Yes, she will play. Clear the table.” Ivar laughed. “Take off your clothes.” He whispered to you. You stirred uncomfortably.  “I am tired.” “I did not ask you that.” He clenched his teeth. “Get up and shed your clothing.” He paused. “Now.” “Ivar, you have loosened up,” Sigurd smirked. “Only because I know my wife.” You wondered what the games was, you shed your clothes and sat on the wooden table in front of the four of them. The cool ale dampened your flesh. Ubbe stood up from the table. “Would you like the rules Queen Y/N?” “It is a contest to see which one of Ragnar’s can you make you cum the hardest. Your job is easy… lay on the table and enjoy yourself. Simple enough right?” Sigurd stepped closer to you. “You go first then.” Ubbe sat down next to Ivar. “Make her cum. We will be the judge.” “My pleasure,” Sigurd smirked. He moved closer to you. His hands slid up the curve of your sloped thighs and his warm fingers sunk into you. It was new, his fingers were not like Ivar’s. They were longer, not as thick but talented none the less. He started slow, he pushed them into you once and then twice and then he curled them. He lightly touched your g-spot and your back bowed but then he pulled his fingers from the spot and pushed them back into you. Your pussy ached for more, harder faster. And like he could read your mind, Sigurd obliged. He delved his fingers into you at a steady stroke gently sweeping his thumb over your clit before pressing back into you. And the little trickles of your orgasm warmed your body. And then, you came. Your body tensed as the rush of pleasure halted your breath and your legs collapsed. Sigurd leaned forward and pressed his lips onto your pussy and then stood. “Your go brother.” Hvitserk rolled his eyes. “You did well. Kind of weak, but you’re not me… right? What are the rules brother?” “He just explained them. Hvitserk!” Ivar laughed. “You never listen.” “Just making sure.” Hvitserk pulled at your legs until they hung from the edge of the table. He then drug the wooden stool across the floor and took his seat. “Then I will start.” “What are you doing?” Ivar hissed. “There was no rule saying how she cums… just that she does.” “You cheat.” “Are you scared Ivar?” “I fear nothing. Continue.” The venom in his voice made you nervous. Hvitserk did not care. He lowered his head between your legs and his thick tongue delved to the pink of your pussy. His tongue flicked your clit and then his lips were around the swollen bud and you sucked the cool air of the hall in through your teeth. Your nails dug into the wood. And then his tongue dove into your pussy. Your body, still reeling from the work of his brother nearly triggered as you held your breath. He knew how to coax you there. He sucked flicked and licked you until your body reeled and then he added a finger into the mix. You refused to cry his name. You knew your husband well enough to know he would knock Hvitserk from his seat before he allowed another man’s name to leave your lips. Your body convulsed as his fingers pushed deeper inside of you. Your body coiled with pleasure as you clamped your thighs around his head and you came with a moan that waved through the hall. Hvitserk bit his bottom lip as he resurfaced from between your legs. His lips glistened with your cum. “Thoughts.” “weak.” Ubbe grinned mischievously. “I will let her calm down. I wouldn’t want you all to think I was cheating.” Ubbe nudged Hvitserk but the gleam of excitement was in his eyes. You sat up. “Take a rest Y/N. You’ll be weak soon enough.” “You are so cocky Ubbe. I cannot wait to prove you wrong.” Ubbe waved him off. Minutes passed and you sat back next to Ivar, His black cloak draped your body and all you wanted to do was sleep. Your body was tired, from the boys from training. You wanted to rest. You nestled yourself into Ivar’s arms listening to the boys' banter about their intentions for you. Your eyes grew heavy but as soon as they closed Ubbe’s hands lifted you from the steps and bent you over the table. “Are you sleep, Queen?” “No.” you lied. “It is okay, you will wake soon enough.” He snatched the cloak from your body and his hand came down on your ass. The stinging blow of his hit radiated your entire body and then as if it was nothing three of his fingers entered your body, they spin and they are back inside of you. Your body quaked. And another blow was administered, quick, stern and unexpected. You scream as he pushes his fingers back into you feel his cock through his pants. Hard and against the mounds of your ass you thrust back. “Rub yourself against, show that cocky husband of yours how eager you are to be fucked by me.” He whispered as he lowered his weight onto your body. His fingers mimicked his movements, and for a moment it felt as if he was truly fucking you, the movements, the grunts. “It’s okay to fuck back.” He growled. “your ass on my cock makes me want to fuck you.” He whispered. It was his words, you were certain. Your body exploded. The stream of cum seeped down your leg and Ubbe stepped back. All eyes were on you, including Ivar’s. “Your go baby brother.” Ubbe laughed and sucked his fingers. “don’t you move.” He said to you. “I want you just like that so I can train my brothers on how to make a woman cum apart… lose herself.” Your deep breaths ragged on as you listened for Ivar to drag himself over to you. He stood. His cane in one hand and made his way over to you. He sat on the same stool Hvitserk had and pulled you down to his lap to face the brothers once again. He spread your legs and his four fingers slapped against your clit stopping any pleasure Ubbe had given you. You yelped and then he’s inside of you. His fingers prod passed your tender overworked flesh and you scream. You were sore but Ivar knew what to do with those skilled fingers as he forced them inside of you and continued to fuck you. You missed being touched by him. His selfish tactics to punish you had worked because though all three of the brothers made you cum. Ivar knew how to make you lose all control. Your legs squirmed as he plummeted into your pussy. He moved quickly teasing the flutters of an orgasm start. Ivar could tell. He always knew. He slapped his four fingers onto your clit denying you that pleasure again and pressed his two fingers upon your clit. He rubbed in circles, quicker than before and just as you were there again, he slapped your clit and slammed his fingers back into you. You screamed in frustration as you tossed your head back in exhaustion. His fingers played you well. Your body built up again as your toes curled and the pure sense of elation covered you. Ivar continued to fuck you with his fingers and used his thumb to add just what you needed to get there. Your body triggered and the cum squirted out of you on to the floor. The brothers’ eyes were wide as a scream pierced their ears. “Good girl.” He laughed manically and placed a kiss on your neck. “All of you, training is over… get the fuck out.”

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[theladyof-lorien]

[philomaela]

The sons of Aslaug all would Rouse the wrath of Hild here With their ruthless sword-blades, If they fathomed fully How far I have traveled, How so many serpents Stab me with their poison. My sons’ hearts will help them; They have their mother’s lineage

Krakumal (The Death Song of Ragnar Lothbrok), translation by Ben Waggoner

[battleshaper-blog]

-siggy lays on papa- Michael Hirst gonna ruin uncle Ubbe and the slave girl like he did you and mama

You are such a positive person, Siggy! No wonder I named you after the woman who saved Ubbe's life once. Now go and play with your half-brothers. I need a break to cry over your mother.

[cries in viking language]