UBBE: GETTING YOU BACK
IMAGINE: Ubbe regretting breaking up with you.
Ubbe felt bad for telling you that he wanted to see other people but he really couldn’t see himself being tied down so early in life. As the only son of Ragnar that looked the most like him, he had many women at his feet. Whenever he bedded women in the towns your Armies raided, he always knew you were all alone nearby. Most likely in your tent sharpening blades for the next battle. Despite being heartbroken and hurt, you did your best to focus on the battles and staying alive. The weeks turned into months before he started to gaze at you longer than normal.
Hvitserk, who was very close to Ubbe, commented one day that if he didn’t keep his eyes off you, he would die in battle. Aware of this fact, Ubbe focused as best he could during the fighting but always searched you out from a distance to make sure you were okay. He always sighed in relief when he spotted you and knew you had survived the latest skirmish.
Upon returning to Kattegat, you tried to get back to a normal life as the Lothbrok Princes plotted the next course of action for your people. A lovesick Ubbe would become distracted as he sat in the strategy meetings with Harald, Halfdan and his brothers. It became so obvious that all of them started to comment on it. Especially Ivar, who always had snide things to say. “Do not mind my brother, dear allies. He pines for a woman that he threw away. It is comical to say the least.” A smug Ivar remarked with satisfaction. Ubbe stared him down but said nothing.
Finding you at the waters edge one day, dangling your feet in its coolness, Ubbe and Hvitserk approached. They looked at one another before Ubbe prodded Hvisterk to speak to you on his behalf. “Hello Y/N, do you mind if I sit with you a moment?” The younger Lothbrok asked. You shrugged as Hvitserk took a seat next to you with Ubbe watching you both. Hvitserk tried his best to go to bat for his older brother. "He loves you and misses you dearly. You have to believe me." He said with sincerity. But you couldn't help scoffing at his words. “Really? Is that before, during or after you two share women?” You asked with a great deal of sarcasm. Hvitserk grimaced but continued on. “He cares about you. As do I. I want to see you both happy.” You stood up and giggled while dusting off your skirts. “Really? Perhaps you would like to share me as you do with Margrethe.” You added with contempt before you turned and walked away. Hvitserk's eyes perked up at the idea. Before he could say anything, Ubbe frowned. He couldn't believe that his brother would even entertain the thought. He promptly told Hvitserk to "Shut up!"
Realizing that sending people to speak on his behalf would not work, Ubbe began conversing with you during festivals. Well at least he tried. You wouldn't ignore him but you had allot of smart-ass remarks for everything he said. “Y/N, I want to talk to you alone. Now!” He demanded at one festival quite tired of your backtalk. You rolled your eyes and smiled at him. “Do you? For what purpose? Is Ivar waiting for us in your bed? Perhaps Sigurd? You know, maybe there is something to sharing one’s body often. I may just find two men tonight and see what all the fuss is about.” With that, you left as he watched you with rage and jealousy boiling in his veins.
Knowing how you liked to swim early in the mornings, Ubbe waited patiently one day. He watched you undress and realized how beautiful you were and how much he had not appreciated what he had. He studied every curve and memorized each mole and scar. He knew you had rejected him numerous times, however, he was determined to win your heart again. As you swam happily, Ubbe watched from his hidden position. He drank mead while eyeing you as a hungry wolf would eye his prey.
Being a troublemaker, Ivar was was more than happy to inform Ubbe about some news he'd heard. You had a secret suitor. "I can confirm he's a merchant and plans to ask her to marry him. Soon in fact." Ivar chuckled as he chewed meat. The news hit Ubbe like a ton of bricks. He turned and looked at Ivar with a shocked expression.
A week later, as you finished getting ready in your modest homestead for the first festival of Summer, Ubbe forced his way in. He pushed past two male thralls despite their pleas. He had had just finished beating your suitor nearly to death, leaving the poor man a bloody mess on the floor of his own shop. Despite the protests of your slaves, he marched to your bed chamber and entered. You turned to look at him, utterly fed-up with his constant stalking and sneered. “And what, pray tell, do you want Ubbe? As you can see, I am busy and have places to go.” Still covered in blood, Ubbe stared at you like he had lost his mind. As he walked closer, he kept his blue eyes trained upon you. “I came for what’s mine. You will marry me so that I will have you for good. That is final!”