You could write one where reader is the daughter of some Saxon earl who ends up being given in marriage to Ubba (first season of tlk) and having a difficult relationship in the beginning with him but in the end falling in love and having children with him.
𝖢𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽
Summary: One particular evening ended up with Danes invading the city, killing and stealing whatever they laid eyes upon. Should you feel lucky Ubba's eyes laid upon you?
Warnings: description of violence,blood and death, fluffy at the end.
Author's Note: Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy this little piece.
⤹"My advice for you is: to never cross Ubba, and never, never fight him"
You have heard the tales many times before. About people that resented God and acted only against Him. Pagans without bits of humanity left in their hearts.
A few minutes ago you were having dinner with your father and a few important people from the village, discussing matters or rather gossiping about the new crowned king Alfred.
Then, all hell broke loose. They came as shadows in the night, destroying everything that those poor people had built, whipping their families from history.
Bodies laid everywhere, the strong smell of blood filling your nose and causing your stomach to turn.
"Move your ass forward, Saxon" A Dane spoke, pushing your father further into the enemy crowd.
Your whole body was trembling, fear crawling within your bones "Stop!" The yell caused everyone's head to turn, a few men smirking without shame.
Without warning you were taken by the arms and moved beside your father who now looked straight ahead, every hope for salvation dying from his eyes.
"Ubba, these two seem interesting"
Ubba?
God no!
A tall man stood in the middle, his sword stained with crimson red, courtesy of his dead victims.
A tattoo was printed on his face adding to his dangerous self "What about them?"
His voice was stern and deep, sending a shiver down your spine.
Your father started to tremble uncontrollably, an idea coursing through his mind "Lord Ubba, let me live and I shall gift you my daughter"
Shit
As if the kidnapping wasn't enough, your father has just sentenced you to death. How could a noble man who claimed he loved God and all his subjects put his daughter's life on the line in order to guarantee his survival?
You felt sick, disgusted even, bits of sweat gathering on your forehead.
Ubba approached the two of you, sparing his men a glance "You Saxon people…I could never understand you even if I tried" He chuckled, his eyes scanning down your body.
The Dane found it amusing how easily the Saxon made the bargain. Ubba was intrigued to say the least and allowed your father to live.
You watched as the old man whipped a few tears and basically ran as fast as he could leaving you behind. Leaving his legacy behind.
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He was a savage.
You repeated those words over and over again for the first few months.
Only, he was far from that.
Lord Ubba was nothing but gentle with you. Despite how much you expressed your resentment for him, he was still taking care of you, forbidding any of his people to even approach you.
After he had taken you as his wife, Ubba never touched you until you felt comfortable. It was a long time, you must admit but he couldn't really blame you.
Everything that you ever knew was now a faint memory, kinda like a dream.
As you were now living in hell.
"How is the babe?" Ubba asked, entering the tent and picking up a cup of ale.
Rubbing your growing stomach you motioned your son to help his father discard his weapons.
Ubba laughed, patting his head as he watched his son trying to settle down his heavy ax.
"The babe is restless my dear. With each passing day he gets more and more stubborn" You laughed, wrapping a hand around his neck.
He leaned in, giving you a short kiss when he heard your son making funny noises upon witnessing the two of you.
"My dear, you have no idea how much this means to me"
He revealed, caressing your cheeks with his rough fingers.
You gave him a smile and reached out an arm, motioning for your son to come.
He hugged the two of you and pressed his face on your growing bump, whispering a bunch of nonsense to the unborn child.
You and Ubba watched him with loving eyes, tanking the faith for bringing you together as one.
