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Ivar the Boneless
You and Ivar spend the night under the stars
Far Away Stars 💦❤ Part 2 💦❤
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You're a librarian who stumbles upon a book that gives you a window into the past, but when a door is opened you can't control what comes through it.
This Life and the Next ❤❤
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Rest Your Weary Hands
Queen Aslaug walks into your little Healers store with one request, help her son. Said to be blessed by the gods, you find your life becoming more and more intertwined with the young prince as you do your best to ease his pain. It will soon be apparent that outside forces have other ideas.
Masterlist
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NSFW Alphabet Viking Ivar 💦💦❤
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Ivar the Boneless SFW Alphabet Prompt Masterlist
Mini fic of the letters of the SWF alphabet.
Ubbe Ragnarsson
NSFW Alphabet 💦💦❤❤
Hvitserk Ragnarsson
After years of study and effort, you finally secure your dream job, as one of the head curators at the best museum in New York. After inheriting a huge brownstone you're looking for a roommate when your best friend Ubbe comes up with a suggestion, his younger brother Hvitserk. Better yet, you're a food historian and he's a three Michelin star chef.
A Taste of Heaven Masterlist
Ragnar Lothbrok
Ragnar sees you from far away on a raid. It's love at first sight, and now he has to have you.
a/n: so this an indulging one for me and @stylinsonliving, we are constantly daydreaming about being married to both ubbe and torvi. loosely inspired in the MAGNIFICENT feverish love by the best out there @ritual-unions-gotme, i hope you don't mind, but it sparked my creativity! (the sacred romantic moments request is on the works!
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“She is perfect, is she not?” Torvi’s velvet voice fills the room while her elegant fingers touch the intricate braids embellishing your hair.
King Ubbe stood before you, his gorgeous face disturbed in a serious frown. He’s torn between looking down at you, sitting in your tattered dress on his bed, and his wife, who’s knelt beside you, still touching you like she hasn’t asked you to bed her husband.
The entire situation is odd. You couldn’t quite grasp it was indeed happening, and it was not a figment of a fever dream from an affliction that had stricken you.
Torvi had spent the last couple of weeks watching you. Her pale blue eyes followed you around as you cleaned the tables, swept the halls, and filled up her family’s cups. At first, you thought she was all but making sure you were doing a proper job, then you noticed you were alone under her scrutiny. No other servants' jobs were dissected by their queen. Dread befell you. You were worried you’d be dismissed, sold to another master. So when she made her proposition, astonishment washed over you.
No one was supposed to know Torvi could no longer bear children, nor did she want to. Her king, however, wanted more. Needed more. She confided in you as she broke her fast, between a sip of her summer wine and a spread of honey over a chunk of steaming black bread. No one else had been there with you two. Ubbe had left long before the sun peeked through the white thick curtain of clouds that were ever hovering over Kattegat. The thralls had busied themselves cleaning other chambers while their mistress ate. The cook had gone out to find fresh parsley for lunch. Only you had been left behind, sweeping the dining room, keeping her company. The tales Torvi spoke about seemed far-fetched, you couldn’t believe she meant it until now.
Until he was here.
Parents teach their little daughters not to covet a man’s attention unless he willingly gives it to them. Ubbe never entertained you in any slightest way, however much you wanted him to. You’d been there when he married Margrethe, a secondary character fading in the background now. Then again when the gods blessed his union with Torvi, and when their little son was born. You witnessed it all. The iridescent blue of his scorching glance never found you interesting. Not that he should, either way. You were not extraordinary. Just a normal girl, whose life lacked any sort of wildness.
You didn’t feel so regular at this moment. Not with the ghosting of her lips across your temple, then down to your cheek, meeting the corner of your mouth in all the gentleness existing in the world. It was the first time you kissed a woman. Torvi’s lips were smooth and warm, pushed against yours.
“Do you find it wise?” His voice sounded hesitant, but not displeased. “She does look rather perfect.”
“Take her as your second wife,” She says. She’s so close you can feel her mouth moving to talk. “I want you to. You should have the children you want, even if I can’t give them to you.”
“And does she want to?”
Torvi had settled on your lap in the meanwhile, each of her legs hugging tight the width of your hips. She winked at you as an old-time friend would. Like you shared an unspoken secret. You relish the last brushing of her kiss on the tip of your nose and watch, bewildered, as she rises to a stand. Next to her husband, nothing but a petite thing. They looked so perfect together. Their eyes spoke in silence, the sort of intimacy you never had with anyone. One you longed to have, someday.
“Ask her,” Head tilted to the side, she smiled up at him. “She is a feisty little wolf, this one. That’s why I thought she’d be perfect to bear our children.”
“Do you, pup?” Ubbe kneels before you, both hands, rough and enticing all together, hold the round of your cheeks. He makes you look at him. “Is being my wife something you would want?”
It knocks the breath out of your lungs, having him so close to you. You can see the soft creases on his forehead, the tiny scars that can only bring out the natural beauty of him, and you get an up-close look at those eyes. From a distance, they can do only so much damage, but at this short length, they can wreck a ship. Untamed blue that drowns whoever dares to step closer. A shade of blue that belongs to a wild sea. It belongs to Njörthr himself. You swallow, your shallow breaths sputtering out in utter embarrassment, and nod. Because yes, how could it not be something you would want?
The room is shrouded with an unbeknown emotion. Your heart lurches against your ribs, it thumps and thumps and thumps. You feel it in your ears, in your clammy hands. If Ubbe can tell how nervous you are, he doesn’t show, instead, he smiles, his thumb tracing a line along with the apple of your cheek. For the second time that night, you are kissed. Unlike Torvi’s, his lips are thinner, less soft, more urgent. Though, regardless of their differences, both leave an uncomfortable pulse between your legs.
“Stand up,” His whisper makes a strange noise seep from you, but you comply.
He’s so tall. So big. The breadth of his shoulders, concealed beneath a leathered armour that glimmers under the dim light from two melting candles, is far wider than an ordinary man’s. His arms, when he spins you, by the Gods, they are so firm, so strong. You were sure you would turn into a puddle. He straightens your back, so you are forced to look at the comforting face of your mistress. It did nothing to help you, if anything, it worsened the warm pump of your blood, a wet mess gathering at the apex of your thighs.
You feel Ubbe unclasp the leather strip fastened around your waist, then proceed to undo each of the delicate buttons that kept the modest woollen blue dress in place. Torvi comes close to hold your hands, hers much warmer than yours had ever been, and softer, too. She drops them to hold your face, her lips a feverish pressure on your own. Another noise slips from you, muffled by the kiss.
She helps the sleeves out of your arms as soon as nothing holds the gown in place, the fabric sliding to the ground. The white slip you wore beneath was simple. It had been sewed by your late mother. She was quite good with needling, a trait that had died with her.
They stop to look at you, albeit close enough you can feel their warmth. You’re caged between them. You didn’t know what you had done to be in this place, but you thanked the skies above.
“Her hips are perfect,” Torvi mumbles, squeezing the supple flesh of your round hips. Pulling you in such a way your back was pressed to her chest. It felt like she was presenting you to him. “Perfect to bear children.”
“May I take this off?” He asks you, never minding his wife’s comment, though the flare in his nostrils let you know it had affected him. “Are you comfortable with all this?”
Another miserable nod is all you have to give him, Torvi’s fingers still on you, a gentle rub on the sides of your thighs.
“She’s too quiet,” Ubbe grumbles a curse. “Are you shy, pup? Is that it?”
“You’re too much, Ubbe,” Torvi complains. “I told her that if at any moment she wishes to leave, she can. She should. She’s here because she wants to.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” Your voice is a little sound lost in the air. “I want to, master.”
His breath comes out in a scoff, “You should address me as husband, then, if you wish to be my wife. No wife of mine calls me otherwise.”
“As you wish.”
A fading smirk dons his face, it turns so quickly back into seriousness a wave of childish want to see it again topples down on you. He begins to undo the single knot at the jewel neckline of your smock, Torvi’s hand helping it off. You have no secrets left covered.
The swell of your breasts pulls his eyes as a strong wave brings foam to the coastline. Ubbe palms them. He twists your nipples until they are pebbled. Each strike sends a pang of pleasure throughout your body. It’s only when your mistress touches your sopping cunt, however, that you allow yourself to gasp. The tips of her fingers circle you, one teasing finger around the heat of your entrance. They both abuse your body in sinful, tantalising ways.
He bends to you, his warm mouth wrapping around one pebbled peak. His tongue swirls then suck. You arch your chest in his direction, unable to control yourself. A pretentious grin is smeared on his face when he spreads his large hands on the dip of your waist. The taunting index finger Torvi has playing with you slips inside, which makes an unexpected yelp leave you. There's so much happening at the same time, your mind whirls, dizzy with the growing pleasure at the bottom of your tummy.
Her thumb presses down on your clit, her teeth nipping at the shell of your ear. She works you at her pace, slowly but surely. Just the one finger going in then out. You can hear how wet you’ve grown, as sloshing noises echo each time she moves. Ubbe bites the tender skin of your neck, stealing your attention to him. He reaps the most indecent sounds at each small assault. You’re too sensitive.
Pleasure pours all over you like sticky honey, and you’re unsure if it was brought by the constant rasp of Ubbe’s beard, and his bewitching mouth, or the words that began dripping out of Torvi’s lips while her hand quickened, a welcoming burn within you when another of her thin fingers joined. Your body shook, giving in to the feeling, letting it break you. It’s so good.
Had they not been holding you, you’d have fallen. He scoops you into his arms, naked and limp, to place you in their bed. The soft mattress hugs your back when you’re lying down there. In front of you, Torvi is undressing. She’s wearing the most gorgeous silk dress you’ve seen. It’s screaming red. It flatters her fair complexion, but, if you must have an opinion, she looks a lot better without it. Ubbe takes the same care he did when he helps her out of her clothing, he kisses her neck all the way up to her cheek. You stay still, observing.
She eases him out of his heavy clothes, unbinding the brown leather straps of his vest. The dark-green tunic underneath follows suit, his chest exposed for you. A mess of dark blond hair on his chest tugs your attention, the expanse of it makes you feel so small. Torvi steps away so he can kick off the sturdy leather boots, and his breeches. Both man and woman are a sight for sore eyes. They kiss in an urgent fit, a wet tangle of tongues that makes you clasp your legs together.
Unlike the soothing touches he gave you, Ubbe squeezes her breasts hard, enough to leave a ruddy streak behind. He lifts her, too, tossing her on the bed, careless, her body bounces as she laughs next to you.
“Say, sweets,” Her voice rings as she looks in your direction, him with her foot on his hands, his mouth slithering its way up to her knee. “Have you ever been with a man?”
“Once,” You confess, ashamed of your inexperience. “A long while ago.”
“She’s going to be so tight for you, darling,” Torvi giggles. “Think you can take him?”
“If that is what he wants.”
“Such a good woman for your husband,” You’re pulled down for a heated smack of lips. “Will you be good for me, too?”
You nod, in a near delirium state. He’s sneaked between your legs, prying you open to him. The glisten of gathered slick makes his eyes glisten in a crushing lust. Ubbe bullies your snug entrance with just the tip of his index and middle fingers, his are so much thicker than Torvi’s. You wince, a pained whine leaving your quivering lips.
“Does it hurt, pup?” Concern swims in his light tone.
“A little,” He stopped, his eyebrows knitted together in a preoccupied grimace. “I can take it. I want you to take me.”
“She is feisty,” Ubbe grins up to his wife. “Then I shall take you, pup.”
His fingers slid deeper into you. The stretch is new, it burns, but it’s appeased by the gentle touch of the pad of his thumb on your clit. Torvi palms your chest, your nipples hard and sensitive. You were in paradise. This had to be what paradise was like, unwinding and everlasting satisfaction.
She leans in to bring one hard peak into her mouth, her round breasts standing too close for you to deny yourself a taste. Your eyes are keen to notice the flutter on her belly when you do, your tongue sliding tentatively around one pink nipple. She smiles, then clamps her teeth around you, drawing a broken sound from you, muffled on her skin.
A small whimper echoes when Ubbe pulls his fingers out. Torvi kisses your parted lips one last time before moving to where he stood, at the foot of the bed. She nudges you to move back, the crown of your head pressed up against the headboard. She lies on her stomach, each hand settling at the base of your thighs. It flames the growing pain from being denied a peak seconds before, to watch this beautiful woman with her head between your legs. The fair strands of her hair tickle when it touches your skin. You’re surrendered.
The first contact of her warm mouth on the tender flesh of your inner thigh sends you into overdrive. You tip your head back, eyes sealed shut. Ubbe is there, you can feel his heat. His hands rub your arms for a second, only to pull them up, holding you as his wife has her first taste of your cunt. She laps with confidence only a woman could have. Confidence that she would please. That she can take one more from you before her husband has the chance.
“Gods,” You say, gripping Ubbe’s arms. “I-I…”
“So sweet, look, she doesn’t curse,” His deep voice mumbles out, inclining forwards to press his lips to your cheek. “It’s going to be fun fucking you until you do.”
Her spit dribbles down when she takes a breath, hot and dirty. Torvi slides a finger into you again, pretty mouth nursing the painful pulse at the crest of your sex. The high feels like it’s a breath away. He whispers sweet encouragement words, his grasp of you the only anchor you possess to the palpable world while hers only sent you further down the chasm.
She eats and eats. It’s a feast that leaves your brain in a muddled daze, your hips rolling against her face as if you have no control over what your body does. You look up to find his eyes on you, nothing but want in the fine tint of blue left. Perhaps that’s what it took for you to break down. Whatever it was, it hit you much stronger than the first one, disjointed words blubbering out from you. You fell limp on the bed, heavy and spent. But she didn’t stop until you were begging her to.
They let you take a rest. You hear him curse, you hear the slaps, the dirty words that would make you mortified, though now they bring a wave of heat down on you. Head tilted back, your tired eyes almost fail to comprehend how tight he's holding her, how rough he's kissing her lips, with a hunger comparable to a wild animal. Yes. Ubbe ravished her like a wolf would its prey. His fingers rub her pussy, easing his fingers much more easily than it eased on you, her having much more experience than you did. Shame stung your cheeks, you were so innocent.
“Look at her, dove, staring at us,” He had one arm looped around her arching back. “You want to know how good Torvi tastes, pup? I can tell you it’s the best thing you’ll ever have.”
“She tastes good, too,” Torvi moans, his pace growing alongside her sweet noises. “So fucking good. Ah, fuck, Ubbe-”
“See, pup, you have to curse, too,” Ubbe quickens, his wife clinging to him for dear life. “Like she does. To let me know I’m making her feel good.”
You prop yourself up, sitting back on your knees on one corner of the bed. No words leave your lips, but your hand finds its way between your legs, trying to alleviate the uncomfortable throb that grows anew there. Ubbe smirks, so full of himself, that he has two beautiful women on his bed, that he has them both worked up. He beckons you to come closer, which you do, his warmth makes you sigh.
“Touch her,” His voice dips to silky sweetness. You gaze at him, unsure, pitiful even. “I will show you how.”
His hand must feel much better on her than yours, being so big and dexterous while yours was smaller and clumsy. You breathe out, hash and desperate, when he guides you to the hot, drenching mess of Torvi. Her blissful features let you know she enjoys what you’re doing, though it’s more her husband’s doing than your own. A tiny smile stretches your lips up, your thumb giving her clit o-shaped strokes. Ubbe mumbles that you’re doing so good for them, so, so good. Confidence bathes you at that moment. You can understand how he walks around so smug like the world belongs to him. Treasuring this woman did that to you.
Once you get the hang of it, he lets you do you, his touch lingering on the curve of your waist. One finger sneaked up her tight entrance, daring to pump in then out, still working her bundle of nerves, appreciating each bubbly noise she let out. He teases you, biting down on your neck, sucking marks to the fragile skin. Slick pools at the tight crevice between your legs, you’re so aroused. You didn’t know your body could do so much.
She falls apart on your hand, you edge it out of her, and you whine in tandem with her, so delighted to just watch her. To observe as pleasure wrings her up then release, her thighs clamping your hand. Ubbe paints a wet kiss just below your ear, his teeth grazing as it goes down again, the rough of his palms on your breasts, he gives them absent-minded squeezes. The pressure builds on your lower abdomen from it all, ebbs and flows as the tide does in the early morning.
Torvi kisses you, sweet and slow. Your finger is still inside her, the spasms of her peak chewing it up. It’s hot and wet, it squelches when you pull it out from her. He moves away from you as she begins to push you down, it’s an unhurried, deliberate motion. You can tell she is just trying to make you more comfortable, even tucking a pillow below your hips to raise them.
Rain begins to spatter against the closed windows, or perhaps you’d been so inattentive, you didn’t notice the change in the weather. The dying fire of the fireplace crept, its fainting sounds just now discernible. The brief moment of silence let you soak up as much of this place as you could. If this falls through, you want to remember each tiny detail of this day.
“Be gentle with her,” Torvi warns. She’s sat back, your head on the soft plush of her thigh. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” You smile up at her, then nuzzle on her, a careless display of affection you didn’t know where it came from. “So very much okay.”
His warmth spreads over you when he lies on top of you. It’s so intense, the weight of him pinning you down, your legs spread apart to welcome him between them. You could feel every ridge of him, every single detail. This newfound closeness is heady, it confuses your thoughts, all the coherence fleeing as losing troops during a battle. It’s there, the steady pulse of his heart, while he whispers that you can trust him. That you can give yourself to him, that it is okay to do so.
The fat head of his cock teases your pussy, sliding up and down for a beat or two. It pushes a noise out of you, in pure distress, you’re so desperate to have him. To feel him inside, the stretch that would be likely to leave you with a limp. You dreamed about this. You longed to be craved in a way that wobbles your legs. Right now, with the enticing words he mumbled out of honeyed lust, you felt wanted. When Torvi touched you, it felt like a drug, and this was the final nail that locked you in. You were stuck with them now.
Ubbe eased himself in, breaching you. In his eyes, there’s nothing but true regard, even in silence, you can feel he wants this to be good for you too. A soft smile paints across your face, your short nails digging to the firm flesh of his shoulders. A slight trace of pain washes over you, one you do your best to conceal, though useless since he catches it, slowing things down even more. His low grunts do not help, the sounds make you clench, in need.
Torvi strokes your hair. You tip your head back to look up at her. She’s so beautiful. You could get used to being pampered by her, not just while her husband fucks you, but all the time. It had never crossed your mind that you could feel this much at once. The roll of his hips on yours, her delicate hands on you. It brought the alluring pressure at the bottom of your tummy right back, so quick it felt impossible.
He hides his face on the crook of your neck, staining the unblemished skin. The sounds being knocked out of you grew and grew. Being so vocal was atypical, when you were bedded, you had been quiet, when you touched yourself, in the silent, cold nights, hidden beneath thick furs, you were quieter. Each snap, however, had them coming. His cock was so deep in you, the bottoming out only made him go further when sliding back in, as if he was in want to claim each inch within you, to mark as his all tiny crevices you had.
You search for the hot press of his lips on yours, a kiss that’s not at all about love, it’s feral, wild. Your tongues roll together, the sounds muffled by the other’s mouth. The hairs on his chest scrape yours, you can’t help but grip tighter onto him. Each nerve in your body seems to be attuned to the littlest movement he does, all of them capturing how close you are to breaking.
When it comes, it’s hard. It topples you down to a bone-crushing fall that rattles you. A pleasure that takes and takes. A tired, spent moan bubbles on your throat. You’re wrapped on him, you realise, taking all the hard ruts he’s still giving. It helps you through the rush you’re feeling, a lingering aftertaste that you are not willing to let go of just yet. Somewhere beneath your ribs, you feel the rapid pulses of your heart.
Had you not been so wrung out already, you mulled over the thought that it’d be possible he’d rob another one from you just by the way he looks when he falls apart. The animalist growls. It sounds like he'd slash and maul and break anyone who would dare to take you from him right now. With his bare hands. Scorching, thick ropes of cum root deep into your cunt, Ubbe spends himself until he can’t anymore.
Instead of moving away, he settles his head on your chest, one arm holding his weight up so he doesn’t crush you. For the longest time, the three of you remain in silence. Torvi moves to lie down beside you, holding your tired hand on hers. You sigh, life starts to down on you, the bruises you’d be sporting for weeks after. His seed, if it stuck, would be with you, too. If it didn’t, you would have fun trying all over again.
At last, when the cold starts to be uncomfortable, Ubbe rolls to the other side, so you’re between him and his wife. You try to will yourself to stay awake, though it’s to no avail. Something tells you, you would have a long night of sleep, undisturbed if you were blessed.
“Can we keep her, then?” The sweet voice you knew belonged to the blonde woman to your left.
“Oh, you can be assured of that, my dove,” Ubbe kisses your cheek, nosing your temple. “This pup here is ours to keep.”
Married to Vikings
Part 5 /Final
Ubbe x Reader x Torvi
Warnings: blood eagle, smut, threesome
A few days later, Ubbe comes home, and he almost knocks you down. The chicken’s food scatters on the ground from your hands. The world spins around as he holds you in his arms, looking all over your body, searching for injuries. His grip is tight on you but not hurtful.
“I heard what happened,” he says, pulling you to his chest. He hugs you close, holding you against him. His breath is hot next to your ear as he murmurs. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” you answer, circling your arm around his waist.
His presence makes you calm and safe. Despite you got closer to Torvi since you are here, you missed Ubbe. You always enjoy his company, and he brings up feelings in you, you never imagined you would have for your Viking husband.
“The others told me how brave you were,” he says, caressing your back, his chin rests at the top of your head. “Hvitserk couldn’t stop talking about how you killed the man by… accident,” he laughs a little, and you smile into his chest.
You thought you would feel bad because of the man’s death, but there is no guilt or regret in you. He wanted to hurt you, and you protected yourself even if it was an accident.
“You have to teach me how to fight,” you tell him. “I don’t want to be so weak.”
“Oh, Y/N,” he sighs, holding you tighter. “You are anything but weak. You came here willingly while you didn’t even know what will happen to you. You married to a man who already has a wife without freaking out, and you survived that horrible bedding ceremony without a complaint. And you saved my kids.”
“Hali was brave,” you tell him, still in his arms. “He didn’t want to leave me alone.”
“We’ll practice every day,” he says. “We won’t stop until we don’t make a real shieldmaiden out of you.”
“It may take a while,” you warn him, smiling.
“We have time,” he sighs.
When Ubbe arrived at the Great Hall beside his brother and heard about what happened while he was away, he wanted to kill the bastard who unfortunate enough to be alive. Torvi told everything about the past days, from the loving way you treat the kids to your determination to know how to protect yourself and others. Hearing the others talking about you made him proud.
“We will have blood eagle on the man who tried to hurt you,” Lagertha tells you when you step next to her to pour some ale in her cup.
You spent the afternoon with Torvi, Lagertha, and Ubbe. You started sparring with Ubbe while the other two women watched and giggled at your clumsiness. After hours of fight, you and Ubbe sat down at the table to rest a little bit.
“What is blood eagle?” You ask her, sitting down next to Ubbe with your own cup of ale.
You have an amazing view of the stormy ocean while the wind plays with your hair and the furs rest on your shoulders, giving you warmth against the breeze.
“You will see,” she says. “We have to show people that they have to treat you with respect.”
The thought of the blood eagle doesn’t leave you for the rest of the day, but you have other things to do. You are busy with sparring, and the kids seem clingier with you after the incident. As the night comes, Torvi helps you get ready. She makes your hair and ties the laces on your back.
It’s dark when you arrive at the village, and the streets are crowded. You move closer to Ubbe without your noticing, and he just smiles at your reaction, placing his hand on your shoulder to keep you beside him.
People stand around a small wooden platform. The torches’ fire illuminates their faces. Ubbe moves you to the front row, and that’s when you notice the red-haired Viking kneeling on the middle of the stage with his hands tied to poles. Bjorn stands behind him, his face painted in white and black. The black furs on his shoulders make him bigger as he looks around the crowd. Everybody goes quiet as his booming voice breaks the silence of the night.
You back off till you hit Ubbe’s chest. He hugs you from behind, his warm breath fans over the side of your face.
“You have to watch the whole thing,” he says warningly, and you need time to understand what he is talking about.
Your eyes widen as Bjorn finishes his speech, grabbing his axe.
“What is he doing?” You ask the man behind you. You press closer against Ubbe, seeing Bjorn swinging the weapon, cutting deep into the kneeling man’s back.
“He peels down his skin to reach his ribs,” he says. “Then he chops off his ribs to pull out his lungs as wings.”
“He has to be silent the whole time, or he can’t go to Valhalla,” Torvi finishes, grabbing your hand.
Despite what Ubbe told you, you want to look away. You just can’t. Your eyes are glued to the barbaric ceremony, and you are almost in awe as the man stays quiet the whole time.
Your husband hugs you the whole time, watching the scene over your shoulder.
Blood splashes on Bjorn’s stoic face.
“Are you sure he deserves it?” You ask Ubbe quietly. You almost feel sorry for the man.
“He wanted to hurt you,” Ubbe says. You can hear the anger in his voice as his hold tightens around you.
“You are a wife of the prince,” Torvi explains to you. “Nobody deserves mercy.”
As Bjorn finishes the life gives up on the man. His body relaxes, and his head hangs low on his chest. Blood flows out of his mouth.
“Come,” Ubbe says after a while. “We go to the Great Hall.”
You feel a little bit dizzy after everything. Ubbe pulls you with himself, and before you know, you sit between your husband and wife at the table. The food on your plate smells good, but you can’t get yourself to eat. You grab a cup of mead and drink it with one go. You raise it up for a thrall.
“Thank you,” you tell her when your cup is full again.
“You should be slower,” Ubbe says, grabbing your arm to stop you from drinking.
People act as nothing happened. Soon the whole Hall is loud with music and laughs.
“Are you okay?” Torvi asks you, leaning closer.
“Yeah,” you nod. “It was just… intense.”
“I’m proud of you,” she says, pecking your lips with a smirk. Your eyes widen at her affection, and you feel your skin burning as you notice Ubbe’s hand behind you, hugging you by your waist.
“I never thought I would see a Christian watching the blood eagle without vomiting and fainting.” Bjorn saves you from embarrassment, hitting his cup to yours. The mead spills onto your hand, but you don’t care about it.
“Thanks,” you answer uncertainly. “I guess.”
“And when you learn how to kill with intention, we will even take you to raids,” he laughs, moving away from you without waiting for your answer.
“I will not have to go to raids, will I?” You ask, panicked, looking back at Torvi, who seems amused at your reaction. Without answering, she leans back to you again, grabbing you at the nape of your neck to keep you in the kiss. The alcohol you drank not long ago helps you with your shyness. You kiss her back, enjoying her lips on yours.
Meanwhile, Ubbe just appreciates the view of Torvi and you. Of course, he imagines possibilities before the wedding, he thought about his life with two wives but this… this was something he never dared to hope.
Torvi breaks the kiss to pull you with herself out of the chair.
“It’s time to go home,” she says, smirking.
“But what about Ubbe?” You ask her, looking back at the man who just smiles up at you with mischief in his eyes.
“I will join you soon,” he says, winking.
As you get home, Torvi doesn’t waste time to take off your furs, and soon your dress too. By the time you get to the bedroom, you are naked, and Torvi is pressed against your front. One of her hands keeps you close by your waist while the other one caresses your side till she reaches your breast. She fondles your flesh, kissing your lips down to your neck.
“Don’t be so shy,” she says after a while, stepping back from you to get rid of her clothes. The blue dress falls around her legs, leaving her naked under the fireplace’s orange light.
You are in awe as you look all over her. She is muscled but still curved, and she is everything you never could be. She is a shieldmaiden even when she couldn’t be more afar from fights and battles.
“Come,” she says, laying down on the bed, motioning you to follow her.
You move above her uncertainly. Feeling her bare skin against your naked body is a new sensation, but you enjoy it immensely.
“You can touch me, you know,” she says, amused at your fidgetiness.
You straddle her when she pulls you into the right position. She grabs your neck to kiss you again, slowly but surely leading you where she wants you. Your lips soon leave her lips, continuing your way down to her neck, chest, and breasts. You draw her nipple with your tongue, giving in to temptation and sucking at her. She moans at the feeling. Her grip on your hair tightens. Your scalp burns but not in a painful way.
“Is it good?” She asks after a few minutes, and the only thing you can do is nod. “I’ll show you more.”
Her hand finds yours, smoothing down both of your hands on her body. Tovi’s skin is scarred from battles but still beautiful and soft. You kneel off her to give space for your hands as she spreads her legs, leading you between them. You gasp at the warm feeling. Your fingers move, trying to follow her movements above your hand. She is wet and soft, and after a short play, you are brave enough to reach lower, finding her entrance. You lean down to kiss her again while the woman moans into your mouth with your finger in her. Her hips start to writhe in circling motions with two of your fingers in her.
None of you notice Ubbe’s presence, who just stands at the door with a lustful look in his blue eyes. His erection stretches his pants, but he doesn’t move to disturb you. Seeing both of his wives so lost in each other gives him immense pleasure. Your behavior is entirely different than your first night together, but he isn’t sure you are ready for him. He doesn’t want you to get scared and retreat into your Christian shyness.
His eyes meet with Torvi’s, who just smiles up at him. The woman's face is relaxed, and her eyes seem dizzy.
“Faster,” she commands to you, and you obey. The faster you move your hand, the louder she moans until her whole body tenses from her orgasm. Your movements slow down until you stop, seeing her sensitivity. Torvi relaxes into the pelts, nodding to Ubbe. You turn around, and a flash of uncertainty runs over your face for a moment before you decide. You sit back, not trying to hide from his hungry eyes.
He walks closer slowly, watching your reaction. When he doesn’t see the fear on your face, he takes off his tunic and steps out of his trousers.
“Are you okay?” He asks you when he reaches the bed.
The man leans down, caressing your hair out of your face before he kisses you, testing you. Ubbe’s kiss is much different than Torvi’s. He is more forceful but not in the wrong way. You enjoy the pace he dictates, holding you tightly in his arms as he kneels on the bed. His hands move down to your breast, squeezing your flesh, enjoying what he couldn’t the first night. You are soft and relaxed in his arms, your trembling comes from passion and not from dread.
“Ubbe,” Torvi calls out for her husband. “Lay down.”
The Viking man does as he told, laying down on the middle of the bed with his two wives on his sides.
“Y/N,” The woman says your name this time. “Straddle him.”
Your skin burns as you do, moving above his thighs. You try not to stare at his erection, but your eyes are glued to his cock. He is hard and ready, pre-cum runs down on his shaft.
“I will help,” Torvi says, moving behind you. You feel her breasts pressing against your back as she hugs your waist with one arm. With her other hand, she leads you again until your fingers curled around Ubbe’s cock. Torvi moves your hands up and down on him with slow, testing motions.
With a knowing smile, Torvi gives his husband a few minutes to enjoy the view of his wives playing with his manhood. Her hand from your waist goes up to your breast, squeezing and pulling on your nipple.
“And now,” she says after a while. “Let’s see if you are ready from him.”
Her hand moves down again but doesn’t stop on your stomach. Soon her fingers find your pussy, caressing your folds, entering you slowly as you did for her not long ago. She is slow and careful. She kisses your neck, calming you down to give you time to adjust until she can add more fingers in you.
Ubbe’s eyes are hooded, and noticing the lack of attention on his length, he takes over you, pulling up and down on himself.
“Are you ready?” Torvi asks, hugging your closer.
You are still afraid because of your memories but you nod. The need in you is much stronger than the fear. Your whole body burns and trembles, and you really want to know what it's like when Ubbe is in you without prying eyes and pain.
Torvi moves you above your husband’s cock, slowly lowering you down on him.
“Stay as long as you want,” she says to you when Ubbe’s whole cock disappears in you.
“Are you sure?” Ubbe asks dryly. The feeling of your warmth and tightness really test his self-control. His hand finds your hips, massaging and squeezing your skin there.
“Is it not good?” Torvi asks back, teasingly.
“Too good,” he grunts.
“Okay,” The woman has mercy on his husband, placing her hands above his on your hips to move you slowly. You feel like a doll between them, doing as they want when they want. And you enjoy every minute of it. Ubbe stretches your insides, giving you the friction you needed while Torvi’s embrace calms you down. After a few minutes, you start to move on your own. You brace yourself on Ubbe’s chest. The muscles on your thighs tenses as your hips move up and down on him. Moans and mewls leave your throat in sync with Ubbe’s grunts under you. Torvi climbs off his husband's legs to crawl next to you. She takes her turn, kissing you and Ubbe, caressing the man’s chest, and playing with your breasts.
“Ubbe,” you moan his name a little bit uncertainly when the pleasure you felt against Torvi’s tongue the other night comes back.
“Let it go,” Torvi says instead of your husband. And you do. Your hips circle on Ubbe’s cock on its own accord while your head falls back from the pleasure. Lightings run over your body, and the knot in your stomach lessens after the man cums in you. You can feel his hot seed leaking out of you, down on his shaft.
You lay down on Ubbe’s chest, panting, trying to process what happened while you still shaking. Soon you feel the man's arms around you, pulling your off of him but letting you stay on him in a hug. Torvi leans down, kissing you softly, watching your messy but satisfied expression.
“I hope you still have energy,” she smirks, pecking your lips again. “The night is long.”
“How will I keep up with you?” Ubbe asks, but you can hear the smile in his voice without looking at him.
“You are a Viking,” you tell him. “I’m sure you find a way.”
“Especially if you want more kids,” Torvi ads, and the second she says it, you can already feel Ubbe’s cock hardening against your thigh.
“How will we keep up with you?” You ask him, giggling.
“You are almost a Viking already,” he answers. “I’m sure you will find a way.”
As Torvi said, the night was long and full of sins.
❛ request | Sy, get this: ubbe with a plump or chubby short little wife who he spoils like crazy and adores and she keeps his home and farm and keeps his crazy little wolf pups at bay. I keep rewatching ubbe and Bjorn and Ivar and hvitty scenes from the last few episodes and had this thought (cause I’m over the war between brothers, gov my boys wives and babies and let them relax please lol) + Could you do ubbe like just super day to day tasks with domestic ubbe? Maybe one of the kids needs some extra attention or something? Love you
“Aaluf, bring in the clothes.”
The glowing sun began to set on an otherwise dismal day. The days had been dreary and cold. The days were shorter than you would have liked for the farm. In Ubbe’s absence, you carry on your normal business taking care of the land left behind by your husband, shooing the livestock into the barn for the cold frost.
It was a hard life but it would be a good life. This was after all Ubbe’s dream. If it was his dream to do just as his father had always wanted; you would uphold that. Both a good thing and a bad thing, as after all Ubbe was constantly facing the need of King Alfred and opposition from home.
“Móðir , Sigurd is in the skyr!”
Gods help you. Even your clothes had bits of hay from feeding your milk cows.
“Mind the clothes Asa.” You set down freshly laundered clothes and go to where the stored skyr was. As predicted your little flaxen prince had fingers full of the sticky dairy. Your hands become fists on the bend of your waist.
“Sigurd.” You sweep the young boy out of the vat, setting him upon the ground. “I’ll get you sour milk instead.”
“Princess (Y/N), the cows are out! Did you not lock the barn doors?”
Your heart drops as you look out to two of your thralls. From the look on your face, the male thrall already knows that you had not. He darts down the entryway, having brought in wood for the hearth that you should have been in charge of anyway. Cows were not cheap. Not cheap at all. You could have cried but instead, you dart through that door with a word to Aaluf and Askold-- Ubbe’s nephew by Hvitserk-- to watch Sigurd.
“Shut the doors.”
“Yes, dróttinn!” Your male slave pulls the barn doors shut, drawing the wooden plank across the large ashy barn to ensure it would be shut. Turning away from the door, you spot the tight rolls of one of your love’s braids. Torvi secured the bottom latches of the door shut. You huff, breath catching heavy on your lungs.
“Torvi.” You step slowly. Torvi turns to walk up to you, grasping your soft hands in her slender ones. She leans in and sets a soft kiss upon your lips.
“I am glad you are well.” She says. It’s as good as an “I missed you” as you would get with the shieldmaiden. You lean into her kiss, reaching around her neck with to wind your arms around her neck. It’s always something of a feat. She’s so tall-- you’re so little! She lifts you off the ground, loosely spinning you once and then twice before setting you back down. You shift your dress over your round curves again.
“And Ubbe?”
“Fetching his father’s goats.” She says. Oh, his goats.
You never would have forgiven yourself if you lost Ragnar’s sheep. Your cheeks warm, nodding in agreement to her words. Moments later your husband surfaces around the side of the barn, a lamb tucked under his arm. Your thrall jots beside him, bringing the sheep into the barn for the evening.
“I hope the children were better behaved than the sheep,” Ubbe says. You run your hands over the side of your plump figure, weaving with a small smile. Fadir is home! Modir too! The children bellow from inside. Even Asa has lit up into squeals.
“It doesn’t seem like it.” Torvi makes note of your babies squealing for their father. He walks forward and cradles your cheek in her hand, leaning down to your level in order to kiss you. You tippy toe to meet his lips, cracked with the taste of the sea. You meet his warm kisses with your own, giggling half way through when Ubbe’s hand leaves your cheek in order to squish your round ass between his fingers.
“Stop it!” You laugh, slapping his knuckles off of your ass.
“Let’s go in,” Ubbe says. “You’ve kept my children for me?”
“Of course. Our children.” You say pointedly. Your job in the home was very defined. While Torvi and Ubbe were out raiding, supporting kings, you would take care of his estate and the children upon it. Nor just yours, but Torvi’s too.
“Fadir!” The children tumble out of the door, howling like the little wolves that Ubbe was named after. You rip away from your husband, lacing your hand with his free one. Torvi takes your other, giving them that look-- the one that meant they better get their sorry asses back inside. Aaluf, your thrall comes in behind your husband, wife and you. Asa stands up with her hands heavy with plump little Sigurd.
“We’re going! We’re going!” She dips back inside, the lamb bleats under Ubbe’s arm. Sigurd’s little hands are opening and closing, delightfully excited for the lamb that he loved to pet and sleep on. It was his father’s lamb’s grandchild-- tiny and cute.
Your first meeting with Hali, Asa, and Ragnar goes better than you thought. They are excited to be home with their parents, and they bombard you with questions about your past life and your skills. They ask you so many questions sometimes you almost feel dizzy, trying to answer everything.
Hali boasts about his wooden-sword fights with his uncle Hvitserk, and Asa talks about the animals she saw today, while little Ragnar sits on your lap, babbling away in sync with his siblings. His small fits squeeze your fingers and pull on your hair until he falls asleep, leaning on your shoulder.
They are energetic and chatty, and you enjoy their company no matter how tiring it is to focus on them and their never-ending stories. As the night comes, you feel drained and tired but in a good way. They make the house more pleasant and homelike.
You were afraid they wouldn’t accept you because of your religion, but they didn’t even ask you about it. They questioned you about the land you came from and about your strange accent while you were trying to talk to them in their language, but otherwise, they didn't care about your God. And probably they already know everything they can from their parents.
As the sun disappeared from the sky, you needed Ubbe and Torvi to help you put the kids in the bed to sleep. They wanted to spend more time with you until you promised them you would spend the next day with them. You felt warm and happy, seeing their welcoming behavior to you.
“They already love you,” Torvi says when all the three of you lay on your own bed, tired and sleepy.
“They are amazing,” you tell her.
It was interesting to see them around their children. You could see their love as they take care of them. You noticed very quickly that they don’t pamper and spoil their children. Those kids have to be fearless Vikings someday, and the world won’t treat them nice, so they have to be brave and ready.
“Where are you going tomorrow?” You ask Ubbe after a while, turning your head to see him. As you played with the kids today, you heard them talking about another village.
“I have to go with Bjorn to talk an Earl not far from Kattegat,” he explains. “I will be home in a few days, and you will be fine with Torvi and the kids.”
You nod, reaching for his hand while the blonde woman lays her head on his husband’s chest. You sleep much closer to the man than the beginning. There are mornings when you wake up to his arm circling your form, or you find yourself on his chest in the middle of the night. Ubbe’s warmth gives you safety and comfort at nights.
As the weeks went by since your arrival, you developed a routine on the farm. You wake up when Torvi starts to braid her hair, and you get ready to take care of the animals first thing in the morning. You have breakfast with Torvi when the kids are done, and you continue your tasks around the house or go with the Viking woman to the town. When the afternoon comes, you go home to make dinner with the help of the thralls. You became short of friends with the two young girls, who mostly take care of the children when their parents are too busy.
Two days after Ubbe’s departure, you stay home to patch up a few clothes, and you wanted some alone time with the kids. You enjoy their company and quirkiness. They teach you a lot about their language and faith. They tell you stories about the Gods and Ragnar. Hali talks about his grandfather as if he was one of the Gods.
“Y/N,” Asa mentions your name uncertainly as you sit at the table busying yourself with the clothes.
“Yes?” You look up at the little girl who stands at the door, glancing back at her shoulder repeatedly.
“Somebodies coming,” she says, and soon Hali appears behind his little sister.
You stand up to move closer to them, looking out at the two strangers getting closer and closer to the farm.
“You know them?” You ask them, hoping for a yes, but when they shake their head, your blood freezes in your veins. You can see the axe in their hands and swords hanging on their belt.
“Sura, Ines,” you call over the thralls. “You and Asa go to the village, Torvi is in the Great Hall,” you order the thralls, trying to keep your panic at bay. Sura hugs Ragnar’s little body tighter as Ines grabs Asa’s hand to pull her closer.
“I won’t leave you,” Hali says. Despite his serious expression, he still looks like a kid with challenging eyes and pouty lips.
“No,” you shake your head, motioning the girls to go, and soon they disappear at the back door. “I need you to run to your uncle Hvitserk.”
“Y/N,” he starts to argue, but you don’t let him.
“If you want to help me, run,” you tell him, and after a second, he just nods, running out of the door to his uncle.
The silence that surrounds you almost deafening. Your limbs feel heavy as you try to suppress your trembling. You can hear your blood flowing in your ear, and your heart beats faster and faster as you grab your axe, hiding it under the dresses on the table. You stare at the back door for few seconds, begging for Hvitserk to appear, but you know it’s not possible. Your attention turns to the two men who approach the house, smirking at you through the door.
“Can I help you?” You ask them. Your voice sounds stable despite the dread you feel inside.
“We come with peace.” One of them says, and all three of you know it’s a lie.
“The Prince is not here at the moment,” you tell them, hoping they get the hint about Ubbe. “I’m sure when he gets home, you can come back to talk to him.”
“Oh, but we didn't come here to talk to him,” The one with long red hair answers.
“We came for the Christian cunt.” The other answers and you need your every strength to stop your shaking. Your hand tightens on the axe under the clothes.
You practiced with Ubbe and Hali, but you are nowhere good enough to fight with two men. They probably can kill you within a minute, and you have a feeling you will be lucky if that’s what they plan for you.
“Get out,” you tell them. Your voice is much smaller than before, and they just laugh at your attempt to chase them away.
As one of them moves closer, you swing the axe out of the clothes, hitting his arm when he reaches out for you. The blade hits his arm, and a shout leaves his mouth. You jump back in fright, seeing what you did. You grab the handle again, trying to pull it out from his flesh.
And everything happens so quickly.
The axe leaves the Viking’s arm, but it slips out of your hand into the other’s head. All of you freezes from shock, looking at the man with the axe in his forehead. Blood starts to flow out of the wound before he collapses dead. You don’t have time to be surprised by your own actions because you don’t have a weapon anymore, and the red-haired one almost jumps of you, pushing you down on the floor.
A loud shriek leaves your mouth, trying to push him off yourself. Your muscles hurt from the force you fight back, and warm tears blur your sight. You feel his painful grip everywhere on your body, and soon your dress tears on your chest. Your screams die down because of your sobs and the world getting darker and darker around you until you hear a loud bang and the man falls off of you.
Your arms are still in the air, trying to shield yourself, but you don’t dare to move until you see Hvitserk above you. His blonde hair is messy, and he still pants from the run to your house.
“Are you okay?” He asks you, helping you up into a sitting position. He looks over at you, searching for injuries, but you just shake your head. You can't form words, whenever you attempt to talk, sobs break out of your throat.
“It’s okay,” he says. “You are okay.”
“Move over.” You hear Thora’s impatient voice.
Soon you find yourself in the woman’s comforting arms. She hugs you close, caressing your arm to calm you down.
“What happened with the other one?” Hvitserk asks, looking at the dead man with your axe in his head.
“The axe slipped out of my hand,” you answer between sobs, wiping the tears off from your eyes.
Ubbe’s brother looks at you, shocked. He would laugh at this if you wouldn’t be in such bad shape.
“Torvi is coming,” he says after a while, looking out of the door. “I will take care of them,” he continues looking down at the men on the floor.
After a few seconds, Torvi bursts into the house. Her eyes are wide, and her expression is panicked. She looks over the men till she finds you in Thora’s arms. She steps over them to get to you and take you over from Hvitserk’s wife.
“It’s okay,” she whispers.
As she hugs you close to herself, you start to calm down. She rocks you in her arms, whispering sweet nothing into your ear as you watch Hvitserk dragging the men out of your sight with the help of Thora.
“Where are the kids?” You ask Torvi when you two are left alone.
“They stay with Lagertha for the night,” she answers, helping you up from the floor. You hug yourself, grabbing your torn dress to hide your chest. “Come,” she says.
You go into the woods with clean clothes in your hands beside Torvi. The world glows in orange as the sun goes down above you. The air is cold, and you don’t spend much time in the water, but it’s just enough to clear your head and body. The fresh clothes feel warm and comforting on you as you get dressed. Both of you stay silent as you get home, and Torvi continues the cooking you started before the intruders.
“You were very brave today,” she says after a while, looking at you over the fire. “You saved my children.”
“Maybe they are not my children by blood, but they are my responsibility, and I love them,” you answer. You stopped crying hours before, but your voice is still quiet and hoarse.
“They love you too,” she says, smiling gently. “Asa was really worried about you.”
“I need to learn how to fight,” you tell her, looking into her pretty, green eyes. “I don’t want to be so vulnerable ever again.”
“When Ubbe hears what happened, you won’t have a choice,” she answers, sitting down next to you, giving you a plate with meat and potato.
After you eat you go to the bedroom. Without Ubbe, both of you lay in the middle of the bed. You just lay there for long minutes before you move to get closer to Torvi. Your rest your head on her chest while she hugs you closer to her body. The pelts warm you up, and your shaking stops after a while.
“I’m really proud of you,” she says, caressing your arm. “When I heard what happened…”
“I’m fine,” you tell her reassuringly, moving back on your pillow to look at her face.
The fire’s light illuminates her features.
Your heart jumps up into your throat when you notice her moving closer to you. You can feel her breath on your lips, and soon she kisses you. Her lips are warm and soft. She moves against you gently, but you don’t know what to do. You lay beside her, frozen with a rapidly beating heart.
“Just follow me,” she says when she breaks her movements to smile at your lack of experience.
She kisses you again, but this time you do as she told you. You move your lips against hers, enjoying her warmth, and your hand wanders into her hair while she caresses your side.
“I love you,” she says, supporting herself on her elbow.
She knows it for a while now, but after today she had to say it out loud. The way home from the Great Hall never seemed as long as today when she didn't even know you were alive. Her heart broke seeing you on the floor in Thora’s arms. You looked vulnerable and weak, while in reality, you never were stronger. You risked your own life to save her children. You were brave enough to face two Viking men alone while you couldn’t know the help would arrive in time.
“I love you too,” you answer her when you wake up from your initial shock. Your skin heats up saying these words to a woman.
Torvi smiles, leaning down again to kiss you more passionately. Her hands move up on your side, brushing your nipple with her thumb. You moan into her mouth at the feeling, keeping her close to you.
You feel clumsy and nervous under her. The Viking woman evokes feelings in you that you never felt before. Her touch burns your skin, and it goes through your whole body. You feel soaked between your legs, and no matter how much you move your thighs together, the frustration in you doesn’t lessen.
“I will show you something,” her voice is breathy.
Her hands move to your legs to spread them before her. The woman’s touch is much gentler than Ubbe’s on your wedding night. Your breath quickens from embarrassment and excitement at the same time. You feel flushed as Torvi stares down at you.
“What are you doing?” You choke out, trying to sit up, but she doesn’t let you.
Torvi smirks down at you, moving back on the bed till she disappears before you, and you can feel her breath between your legs.
“Wait,” you shriek, attempting to move away again, but she is faster.
Her tongue licks along your slit, and you can’t help but fall back onto the pillows, moaning. Her fingers sink into the flesh of your thighs, keeping you in place. Your back arches off the bed from the pleasure. The Viking’s face buried in your pussy, devouring you to her heart content while you writhe underneath her, gripping the pelts around you. Sweat flows down on your temple, and hoarse moans break the fireplace’s crackle. The knots in your stomach tightens with her every lick and suck until you burst.
You moan her name, cumming on her tongue.
“Was it good?” She asks you after a while, hovering above you with a satisfied smile.
You need long minutes to wake up from your daze, and the aftershock still runs through your body like small bolts of lightning.
Married to Vikings
Part 3
Ubbe x Reader x Torvi
Warnings: none
Y/N spends time with Torvi and Ubbe.
The gif is not mine.
Your life in Kattegat starts with shopping. Torvi comes with you to the market. You need warmer clothes than you brought with you. She speaks with the traders and helps you with the seamstress. You focus on their words while Torvi assists when you forget something, or you say them wrong.
You enjoy your day together. The Viking woman is much different than you or any other woman you ever met, and it’s refreshing. She is not afraid to say what she thinks, but at the same time, she patient with you and your questions. She shows you around the village, helping you to remember where everything is. The Viking woman even chooses a few daggers for you.
“Are you sure I need them?” You ask her uncertainly.
“You need to learn how to fight,” she says, examining the weapons. “Of course, we won’t send you into battles, but you need to know how to protect yourself.”
“Okay,” you murmur, watching her buying the right ones. At the back of your mind, you already think about how you could learn to fight. You're nothing like a shieldmaiden. You are not strong enough and definitely not brave enough.
“Um, can I ask you something?” You ask her after a while as you wander around the market.
It's very different from what you're used to. The traders are from different cultures with lots of exotic spices and fruits and trinkets you never saw before. Their words are heavy with an accent as they bargain with others.
“Of course,” Torvi nods, looking at you from a stall.
“Why are you nice to me?” You ask her.
Torvi was nice to you from the beginning. You glanced at her a lot, waiting for any disapproval showing on her face because you are the second wife.
“What do you mean?”
“Well… I don’t know how I would feel if my husband married another woman beside me.”
“It’s not that strange here,” she explains, paying for the fruits she picked out. “If a man wealthy enough, he can have as many wives as he wants.”
“But still,” you insist. “I just don’t want you to hate me, and I don’t know how to act because of it.”
“You shouldn’t worry about it,” she smiles at you, pulling you along. “I must admit,” she continues. “I spied on you a little bit before the wedding.”
“What?” You look at her, surprised.
Yeah, that’s true. Torvi needed to make sure you are a good choice for them. She didn’t want an uptight woman who does nothing but praying the whole day. When she first saw you, you were with your sister in the gardens. You talked and laughed. You were lively and pretty.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “But I wanted to know who Alfred’s choice was.”
“No, don’t be sorry,” you tell her. “I understand. If I had a chance, I would have done it too. And… so what are we to each other?” You ask her. This question jumps around in your head since last night.
“For now, we are friends,” she says with a nod to herself.
“For now?” You ask back, puzzled.
“Have you ever been with a woman before?” She asks you suddenly. The blood flows up to your face in seconds.
“O-of course not,” you shake your head.
“And you don’t find women attractive?”
The question makes you stop. Every part of your beliefs says that the answer is no. It’s sinful. But if you want to be honest… you find Torvi attractive. She radiates confidence and bravery. And she is beautiful with her blonde, almost white hair and her big, green eyes.
She smiles knowingly, amused at your embarrassment.
“You are pretty, Y/N,” she says. “And you don’t have to be afraid of my disapproval. If I had opposed this marriage, you wouldn't be here.”
With new, warm clothes you can start to learn about the farm. Torvi shows you around the animals and the way how to take care of them. They have chickens and goats and a few horses. And to your biggest surprise, you are good with them. You enjoy taking care of them even when you are dirty and tired at the end of the day.
Ubbe and Torvi are happy to see you adjusting to their world. They are amused at your Christianity and your naivety but impressed at your working tolerance. You crawl around the mud without a second thought if it’s needed. You don’t complain, but you tell them if something is wrong. You are still shy and a little bit distant, but it’s understandable. The Viking world is still new to you, and you can’t get used to it in a few weeks.
“What do you think about her?” Ubbe asks his wife, sitting at the table with a slice of apple pie in his hand as he watches you through the opened door.
“She is great,” she says, following Ubbe’s eyes. You scatter food around the chickens, chuckling at their enthusiasm. “She still has a lot to learn, but she is eager.”
“Did you talked about… me?” He asks, glancing at Torvi.
“No,” she answers, a mocking smile forms on her lips. “But I know she likes me.”
“Do you bragging?” He asks, biting into the slice.
“Are you jealous?” Torvi asks back teasingly.
“A little,” Ubbe admits with a shrug.
“You should talk to her more,” Torvi advises her husband. “I will meet with Lagertha. This is your chance.”
You are so engrossed feeding the animals you don’t notice Torvi’s departure and Ubbe’s standing form at the door, watching you. The Viking man finds himself enjoying your focused expression and your curves in the pants you wear.
“Y/N,” he says your name after a while.
You look up at him, surprised.
“I will go hunting,” he continues. “Do you want to come with me?”
“Sure,” you nod, but your voice is uncertain. Being alone with Ubbe is still new to you, and you always try to be with Torvi. The man never showed you any hostility, and you know he was attentive the first night you spent together. Other men would have continued their movements, but he made sure he gave you as little pain as possible.
“Did you ever hunted?” He asks, and you answer him with a ‘what do you think?’ expression. He smiles at your reaction, giving you your furs before he grabs his weapons.
The walk into the woods is quiet but not awkward. He makes sure you can keep up with him while you are too busy watching everything. You enjoy nature. You've never been this close to it, and now everything looks new and intriguing. You feel like a child again with new experiences.
“How are you feeling here?” He asks you after a while. “Torvi told me you adjust well.”
“Yes, I guess,” you answer, moving closer to him when you step into the woods. “I know I still have a lot to learn, and it annoys me when I don’t understand what others say, but I never thought I would… enjoy it.”
“Are you enjoy being a heathen?” He asks teasingly.
“I...’m not,” you want to argue with him, but you pause.
Since you are here, you didn’t really think about your God. At first, you tried to pray every day, but soon you became too busy or too tired. You tried to reassure yourself that God probably understands your lack of prayers, you are in a new place in different circumstances, but as the weeks passed, you didn't even care about it anymore.
Ubbe watches you amused. He is having fun seeing your uncertainty. Of course, if you choose to remain a Christian, he will respect it, but if he has the opportunity to change your beliefs, he will. You have much more chance to survive in their world if you follow their rules and traditions.
“Did you ever used a bow before?” He questions you again, changing the topic.
“No,” you shake your head, looking at the weapon in his hands.
“Try it,” he says, pushing it into your hands.
You look at him, shocked, not knowing how you should use it.
“I’ll help you,” he says, stepping behind you adjusting your hand and arm the right way before he gives you an arrow.
You feel small before him, feeling his movements around you. He leans over you, explaining everything you need to know, and you really try to listen to him, but you are too busy with his close presence. His voice is deep and gentle next to your ear, his breath is warm, and his touch is calloused on your skin. He places his hand over yours, pulling on the string till it stretches enough.
The arrow flies out from its place, hitting a tree not far before you.
You look up to Ubbe behind you, smiling with joy, but you know it was not your work. Ubbe’s led your every move. Without him, the arrow would probably have fallen out of your hand.
“You should be worried,” you say to him teasingly. “Maybe I will be even better than you.”
“We will see,” he says, moving back from you to continue your way deeper into the woods.
The afternoon you spend with Ubbe is pleasant. You enjoy your walk among the trees, listening to animals, and trying to stay still when he says. He tells you about his family, and he asks about your past. He is teasing and easygoing. You laugh at his jokes and banter with him when it’s needed.
When you step out of the woods, it’s already dark and cold. You pull the furs closer to you to keep yourself warm.
“Did you have fun?” He asks you, dead rabbits hang over his shoulder.
“It was good,” you nod. “Thank you.”
He smiles at your politeness, pulling you closer to himself by your shoulder.
He had his own insecurities about this marriage between you and him. Firstly, he wasn’t sure about Torvi’s acceptance, no matter how many times she said to him that it’s okay and he didn’t know how you would adjust in their lives either. He imagined a pompous, fussy woman who can’t do anything on her own, and you were a pleasant surprise. But now, especially after this day with you, he can see a well-balanced relationship between the three of you. You are clever in your own way, and you complete them just the right way.
“There will be a feast in a few days,” he says. “It will be a little bit different. Do you think you are ready for it?”
“Are you going to sacrifice me?” You ask him, and you don’t know you mean it as a joke or not.
“No,” he laughs. “You will be safe.”
“Okay then,” you nod.
“And soon you should meet with the children,” he adds, looking at you for your reaction.
“Okay,” you nod more confidently.
You saw their children from afar a few times since you are here. Torvi talked about them a lot to you, and you are excited to get to know them.
When you get home, Torvi is already waiting for you, and soon you two cook the rabbits for dinner. You tell her about your day with Ubbe while the man skins the animals. You feel content under the dim lights of the fireplace and candles with your husband… and wife. This is the feeling you always imagined as a child when you imagined your marriage and… well, love.
You marry to Ubbe without knowing about his wife, Torvi.
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When you were a child, you dreamed of love and family. You imagined a man who would marry you someday out of love and not for political reasons. The man of your dream was attentive and kind. You built up a whole life with that imaginary man who brought you flowers and saved you from the real world’s cruelty. You had children, and he loved them regardless of their gender. He sang songs for them at night and played with them every afternoon before dinner. You lived far from the royal family on a farm with animals and a big garden. You were happy and content.
Then you grew up.
You know you do this for your country. You understand the importance of your marriage with the Viking man. Alfred asked you for your permission a few weeks ago, but you know your answer was meaningless overall. The wedding would happen with and without your consent. It’s for your country, for God.
The wedding dress feels heavy and tight on you. Despite the fabric’s softness, your skin is irritated, and your whole body burns under the layers. The clips and decors on your hair pull on your scalp, and the veil before your face is suffocating. Every cloth and lace on you are uncomfortable to the point you have to force yourself not to rip them off yourself.
Your insides tremble, and your knees weaken with every step you take to the church. Sweat runs down on your temple, and your nails sink into your palms through the heavy dress you squeeze as you move forward. As you step into the building, your mind gets dizzy, and the only reason you don’t vomit because you almost leave your own body as the ceremony begins.
And you don’t even know everything yet.
The priest’s words echo between the church’s walls, but it still sounds far away. His prayers are blurred and muffled despite his closeness. You know there are people behind you, watching the ceremony silently, but you don’t feel the energy to care about them. They sit around, judging and deciding on your life, letting you marry a man you don't even know. The man, your soon-to-be husband, stands beside you. He is tall and board but still not as threatening as the other blonde Viking who listens to the priest with a stoic, almost angry expression. You were told your fiancé’s name is Ubbe. A tattoo runs down on his face at the corner of his blue eyes. His hair is long and braided, and he wears a simple tunic with furs on his shoulders. You almost laugh at yourself. Here you are, standing in a church in your own wedding with a Viking, and you find yourself jealous because his clothes seem much comfortable than yours.
You can feel his eyes on you from time to time. He tries to look through the veil to see your face, to see who’s going to be his wife. He can sense your discomfort. He can see the shake of your hands and your quickening breathe under the heavy dress you wear when he steps before you to lift the laced veil over your head. Your face is emotionless, but you are pretty nonetheless. He almost sighs from the relief. Bjorn mocked him for days for his unknown bride. He said Alfred probably choose the most hideous woman to marry him. Ubbe almost turns to Bjorn to see his reaction. You are beautiful among these plain Christian women despite your gloomy expression. However, no matter how much he looks you in the eye, he can't... find you. It’s like you are far away from this church, from your new husband and your duties. The Viking almost feels sorry for you.
The feast is loud and joyful. You are the only one who feels dread and sorrow. People drink and eat around you, and Alfred comes to congratulate and say thanks for your sacrifice for the country. Ubbe sits next to you for a while. The silence between you is tense and awkward, and soon he joins his family. They glance at you from time to time till a petite, blonde woman grabs your attention and smiles at you with sympathy.
The room you escorted in is decorated and lighted with candles. The fireplace’s warmth doesn’t help with the cold you feel inside you as you look around, trying to prepare yourself for what is to come. Your wedding dress is long forgotten somewhere, and you only wear a thin nightdress with lace which itches your skin. Your heart is ready to jump out of your chest at any minute as you listen to the priest blessing the bed. You can see Ubbe and Bjorn in the corner of your eyes. Your husband fidgets, looking at the priest with disgust.
“She is pretty,” Torvi says, smiling.
“She is,” Ubbe agrees, looking at your form behind the table. Your plate is still full, and sometimes it seems like you don’t even breathe. Of course, he is not enthusiastic about the night neither. He can’t even imagine what you might feel right now. In some ways, you are one of the bravest women he knows. You accepted a marriage with a man, a Viking you don’t even know. Maybe you think he will hurt you, treat you as a thrall because of your religion. Maybe, you imagined a knight in shining armor as your husband, and you got a heathen.
As the room empties, both of you just stay next to each other without moving. Repressed sobs shake your chest, and Ubbe tries to keep himself to murder everyone who had a role in this nonsense. And the Christians dare to say that Vikings are the monsters? Ridiculous.
As the priest gives his permission to begin the consummation of your marriage, you almost faint. The world foggy around you, sensing Ubbe’s presence before you vaguely. His hand on yours feels warm and gentle as he pulls you onto the bed. Your throat tightens, laying down with unconscious moves. While you try to make your breathing under control, Ubbe makes sure he pulls the curtains around the bed, gaining as much privacy as he could. When he is done, he lays down on you, keeping his weight on his arms next to your head.
“Are you okay?” He asks you quietly, so the others can’t hear him. He can see your distress, and no matter how much he wants to comfort you, he decides against it. The sooner you get over it, the better.
When you feel his hands on your bare leg, pulling your dress up, you almost get a panic attack.
“I’m sorry,” he says gently, caressing your face before he continues. His hand finds your most private parts, and he almost winces at the lack of your enthusiasm. He tries to make you at least wet enough so it won’t hurt that much, but it seems like he makes everything worse with his every move. Giving up on his try, he frees himself from his trouser, pulling on himself a few times. He is nowhere near hard enough, but with the Christians around him and your desperate form before him, it would be impossible for him to feel arousal.
Despite what your people think about him, he is not a monster. You are his wife now, and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Your misery pains him too. And it’s not over yet.
He moves closer between your legs, placing himself at your entrance to push himself in you. He grunts from the uncomfortableness around his cock. You are too tight and dry.
A panicked shriek leaves your mouth as you feel him inside you. It burns and stretches, and doesn’t matter how much you want to move back from him, you can’t. Your quiet sobs break the silence while Ubbe moves in and out of you a few times. The pain slowly fades, but both of you know it’s not your wetness which coats his cock.
It’s your blood.
“Out!” Ubbe roars angrily, getting up from you. “Get out!” He shouts again like a madman. The blood boils in him as he watches the men hurry out of the room with Bjorn’s deathly glare behind them.
While you still try to take your panic under control Ubbe disappears to grab a wet cloth to clean himself before he moves back to you. His movements are gentle and careful as he washes down the blood from your skin. When you jump at his touch, he reaches out for your hand, which still holds the sheet with a death grip to squeeze you comfortingly.
“I’m sorry,” he says. His voice is almost a whisper as he watches your miserable form. Your eyes are red from crying, and your lips are tainted with blood from how hard you bit into your lip.
“Can you get up?” He asks carefully, watching you move out of the bed so he can pull down the bloody sheet, dropping them on the floor without a second thought.
You are silent the whole time as you both lay back next to each other under the blankets. Ubbe wants to say something, but he is not sure his words are the ones you need most right now.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you again, turning his back to you to give you some privacy to cry and calm down.
You feel empty and sore when you wake up the next day. Ubbe’s side of the bed is cold, but the fireplace still burns with new logs in it. You wince at the pain between your legs as you get up, and at the same minute, two maids come in for your help to get you ready for the day. They are quiet and careful as they bathe you and dress you up in a simple, blue dress.
“Let my hair out,” you tell them when you see the clips in their hands.
You find comfort in their presence, and you find it hard to leave the safety of the room even if it brings you back the memories from last night.
You walk down the corridors, thinking about your new life.
You are somebody’s wife now. You have new duties, and soon you have to leave your country for the unknown land that will be your new home. Your life never will be the same again. You are married to a pagan. What next? You have to give him children. Sons, preferably.
You didn’t even talk with Ubbe yet. You know nothing about him.
You became a second wife to a Viking.
The hall is empty except for the Vikings around the table when you enter. Every fiber of your body begs you to turn around and run away, but you can’t. You can’t be weak and cowardly in front of them, so you held your head high and move to sit down on an empty chair.
“Good morning,” you greet them, grabbing a cup of wine to relieve some tension in you.
After the greetings, the table goes quiet again, and you busy yourself with food. Yesterday you couldn’t eat from the nerves, and now you are hungrier than ever. And at least you don’t have to look up from your plate if you eat.
“What are your plans for today?” The blonde woman asks you after a while, while the others talk about the upcoming journey to get home.
“I want to spend time with my nieces till I can,” you answer, and she smiles at your words.
She seems kind, and she is definitely beautiful. Her hair is so blonde it's almost white with braids and decors. She looks like a real Viking woman.
“You are good with kids?” She asks you, and you nod, smiling a little. “That’s good then. I’m sure my kids will be happy that you are their new mother.”
“New?” You ask her, confused.
At first, you try to calm yourself, maybe she doesn’t speak English so well, so it’s just a misunderstanding. Yes. You are sure that’s the case. But the table around you goes quiet again, and the dizziness from yesterday comes back again with full force. You look up at Ubbe, who is already watching you with guilt on his face.
“You are his second wife,” The blonde man on Ubbe’s side, Bjorn breaks the silence before he bites into the bread once again.
“You didn’t tell her?” The woman, Ubbe’s wife, asks the man with a hiss, but you don’t hear their conversation. You jump up from your seat to get out of the hall while everything you imagined as a child becomes nothing.
