The King’s Chambers
Authors Note: Hello!!! Here is a non requested Ubbe Fic. Part two coming later this week! I hope you enjoy!!!! Taglist/Requests open!! Reblogs, likes and Replies cherished!!! Thank you!
Summary: You find yourself in Ubbe’s chambers and then in trouble.
Pairing: Reader x King Ubbe
This room used to be Ivar’s, his style differed highly from Ubbe’s. Before there had been deer antlers everywhere, every sacrifice he had made to for the gods hung from the ceiling. The first thing Ubbe had done was toss them to the pyre of all things ivar and burn them to a crisp. He had nothing for his younger brother. The servants could tell it. He forbid the small mention of his name and anyone thought to have loyalties for him was exiled.
You moved through the room gathering his things for his journey. Ubbe was off to York. The raids were on a hold due to the alliance between King Alfred and King Ubbe. There was a subtle peace among the people of Kattegat, even though they still all riled for battle somewhere deep down.
You took the heavy sword and placed it on the furs of the bed. Then his deep tunic and leather woven belt had been shed earlier, right before he took to bathe with Queen Torvi. You picked up his pants and another tunic and headed out of the room. Your hopes were to have them cleaned and properly dried before he left for his destination.
“What’re you doing in here?”
His voice rattled you. you stood and everything in your arms dropped. “I am sorry King Ubbe.” Your eyes were attached to the floor as the other slaves had taught you and your voice remorseful. “I was sent to wash your clothes before you depart.”
“Who sent you?” His heavy footsteps grew closer and with each step your heat thudded against your chest. “Hmm?” He lifted your chin so that your eyes met his ice blue ones.
A chill tinged your body and you shook nervously. Slaves were never treated particularly right in Kattegat. It all differed, one moment you could be sold like cattle and the ext you could be serving the most powerful man in Kattegat. You knew, this was your current fate.
“Alva.”
“No one enters the King’s Chambers without permission from the King. Naivety will get you killed.” he warned. “Or punished.”
“I am sorry King Ub-,” My words were clipped with fear as the tip of the sword now lifted my neck.
“What is your name?”
“Y/N.” Your voice wavered.
“This is your warning, the last one. No one is allowed in here without permission. Do you understand?”
“It is understood.” You shook your head and stumbled back to the door.
“Get out.”
And you do. you fled to the slave chambers to Alva who looked shocked to see you out of breath and crying. “Y/N, calm yourself.” She grabbed you shoulders. “What is wrong?”
“You told me to go to his chambers.”
“He was on a hunt.”
“He came back!” You screech. “Here are his clothes. I will never enter the chambers again.”
“Calm yourself, Ubbe is a good King. You remember Ivar don’t you? Cruel leader, even worst master. Ubbe is a good man.”
“Ivar never hurt me.”
She shook her head. “Talk like that will have you killed. Wash his clothes. return them to him in this afternoon.”
“I will.”
You scrubbed his clothes along with yours. You hung yours in the window of your chamber and you waited until the sun and spring winds had blown his dry.
You sat on the sands remembering Ivar. Every said he was cruel but your experiences with him were all good. he took to you, enjoyed your conversation even heard the strategies f your tribes back home. Knowledge was his key. It was his intention to free you or so he said. But it never got there.
The clothes were dry finally. You crept into the hall and placed the clothes at the end of the table and before you could leave his hand gripped your arm. “i didn’t get to punish you earlier.”
“King Ubbe.”
“Enough.” He pushed you flush against the wood and pulled your skirt up. His heavy hands gripped your legs and pulled them apart. “Do you know what happens to those who disobey?”
“No,” your voice shook.
“They cry,” He moved pushing himself against you. “are you ready to cry?”
“Ubbe!” Torvi yelled from the King’s Chambers.
“What?” He smiled.
“Leave her, you will tire yourself out.”
Ubbe pushed your body to the floor the floor. “Gather your things,” he whispered. “You are to travel with me to York.”
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