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[ohoh-inmortal]

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[theweirdandmoreweirdgirl]

“Does every woman in your country fight like you?” Hvitserk asked almost out of breath during your training.

“A lot of them. It’s in our nature,” you answered with a smirk.

Hvitserk laughed with the little breath he got. You two were fighting like crazy. You forgot about the world around you and just concentrated on each other. Hvitserk was a good warrior, but so as you. The energy between the two of you was massive, sparks could be almost seen in the air.

“Are women of your nation also so passionate about other things?” Hvitserk asked with lust in his eyes and a smirk on his lips, when you crossed your swords and your faces were just inches away.

“Yes. It’s dangerous to be around us indeed,” you said out of breath.

You two continued in the fight and you were starting to win.

“Be careful my lord not to hurt yourself,” you warned him with your sword against his chest and staring deeply into his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, Hvitserk fended off your attack and got behind you. This time was his sword against your neck.

“I’m a Viking. I can manage a little danger.” Hvitserk whispered in your left ear.

[lostartcambar]

The forgotten goddess Ivar x reader

A/N: Alright peeps, finally a new imagine. Like the last one, this imagine was requested by the lovely @ceylon-morphe286. I am really sorry it is so short darling. I tried my best but I have to confess, I am not quite satisfied with the result. Anyways, I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Please comment if you find any mistakes.

Description: Ivar spends a lot of time listening to the stories of a mysterious young woman who travelled a lot. She tells him story's of gods from around the world, however, his favourite tale is the one of the crippled god Hephaestus and how he married the beautiful goddess, Aphrodite. Ivar admires the woman and can`t help but think of her as the perfect mother for his children.

She was not the first foreign woman to arrive in Kattegat.

Like many before, she came from unknown places and told stories no one ever heard of.

But she was the first one to catch Ivar`s attention.

The first time he saw her, he could tell right away, that something was different about her.

He couldn`t point his finger on what it was about her that attracted him so much and that drove him crazy.

In a way.

A special way.

The way she talked, she moved and she looked at him made him crazy.

She was like something above them.

Ivar noticed it when she acted with more grace than anyone else ever could.

Or when she sang.

He was fascinated by her.

Whenever she talked to him or when he listened to the tales and myths she told.

He observed her no matter what she did.

This made him notice things about her like the way she could make the kid`s eyes lit up when she told them about the world and life.

Over time a bond grew between them.

A bond of trust as clear as ice on a cold winter morning.

She told him all the stories, about the folks she met and tales she heard.

But one story, in particular, kept him awake at night.

The story of Hephaestus and Aphrodite.

The Greeks tell many myths about many gods but there are twelve gods higher than the rest, that rule from Mount Olympus.

Hephaestos, son of Zeus, king of all gods and of his wife Hera, was told to be one of them.

The myths talk about him being deformed and crippled since birth.

Ashamed of her son, his mother Hera left him to die.

Even though underestimated since birth and sent to die, he proved everyone wrong and made his way up to Mount Olympus to get revenge of his mother.

Thanks to his skills and strength, he became one of the twelve Olympians.

The god of fire, metalworking and the art of sculpture.

He married Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, grace and love.

The most beautiful and desired woman.

Wanted by every man who laid eyes on her.

She was the epitome of beauty in a way more than just her appearance.

Kings took a single look at her and laid their kingdoms to her feet.

None of them was able to keep her interest longer than for a single night.

Except for Hephaestus.

The story made Ivar think about his own fate and he liked to think of Y/N as Aphrodite.

She was so much more precious than all the other woman he met.

Something about her made her stand out of the crowd.

Ivar couldn`t help but look at her round breasts covered only with a thin white gown and think of how his sons and daughters would feed on those breasts.

He felt an attraction towards her, a longing from deep inside him.

He knew she had to become his wife.

She was the one that was meant to be the queen of Kattegat.

Queen of all Vikings.

She was strong and wise. The perfect queen

She had to become his.

Ivar wanted her and like a child that wanted a toy, he wouldn`t accept a no as an answer.

he wouldn`t rest until she was his and everybody bowed before her as their rightful queen.

[imagines4people]

The night was still young as the wind pushed my hair and the breeze sent shivers down my spine. I look behind thinking someone one is there but I only see the the light of the street lanterns giving off there hope. I cointinue my way home still feeling the coldness of the night making my fingers numb. I put my hands in the soft pockets of my plaid over coat. The warmth of the jacket reminds me of the cabin with a roaring fire spreading the joyous feeling through the room. I think to my self that I am almost to my Uber and then I will be home and with my love. I come around the bend of the dark street I was walking upon and I can see more of the bright Dublin lights shining upon my damp hair from the rain earlier.my driver is pulled up on the street next to the little coffee shop that always smells of fresh muffins and tea. I walk to car and see that it’s a newer car but an older model of a Mercedes. As I sit down the seats are leather but feel as new as a freshly made penny. The driver is silent and I can’t see his face since the night had consumed the car. He turns on the head lights on and from the reflection of the light I can see the driver is an older man with glasses and seemed to be very worn. We drive to my penthouse and I leave the car still remembering the smell of old spice and fresh leather. I walk up to the glowing front doors of the building , awaiting to see the check in manager and the smell of a freshly cleaned room. I show him my id and he lets me up the elevator. It was just a couple feet away from the desk and as the doors open I step into the carpeted elevator with s little light above me, emitting enough so that I can see where I am. I press the glowing button and the elevator starts moving in up and to the detection of my home. I step out of the elevator smelling my the air that is so familiar to me but I see no one here. I thought that I would see more people then just the emptiness that lay before me. I step into the area of where we all usually hang out and I take my shoes off only leaving my socks on. I walk forward and turn on the light to my bed room seeing my lover sleeping. I don’t know what time it is and as I look at the clock it says 1. Without even continue thinking I crawl into the bead against the warm body that is my boyfriend. I wake up the next day looking directly into the eyes of the man I love. They are blue almost as if they are crystals and his long brown hair falls on the pillow. He smiles and his white teeth show. The sun is still rising and the crispness of the morning air fills the room. The silence is still present but it’s different , it’s a cozy and comfortable silence that brings me joy and a feeling of comfort. Alex gets up and walks towards the balcony just looking out and seeing the people start to awake and move around the city. I continue to lay in the comfortable throne of which is my bed.i see him walk out of the room and I want to follow after him but the bed tells me to stay and to continue to sleep.

[theweirdandmoreweirdgirl]

“How the hell they did it?!” you almost screamed frustrated, that your family found your asylum at the Vikings.

You were extremely careful not to leave a sign about your presence. But here you are - hiding in front of your family in Ubbe’s room, until a big feast in the evening, that is happening, because of their arrival.

You hated the feeling of being controlled and being told, what to do and not to do. But mainly, the feeling of being just a piece of meat, that your family wanted to use in their marriage politics. So you run away. You just had enough of all of that bullshit. 

When you were younger, you used to visit the Vikings quite a lot. It was thanks to your grandpa, who had a few really good friends between them. You always liked it there - in the north. And you found some good friends there too. So it was just natural, that it was the first place, that came to your mind when you were thinking, where to go. You hoped, that even though, you don’t visit them that often anymore, after your grandpa passed away, that they will still remember you. And you weren’t wrong.

“I don’t know,” said Ubbe absently with his eyes fixed on the fire.

“Ubbe this is bad.” you frowned.

“I can’t go back. I just can’t. This is my home now.” you said sadly.

You weren’t lying about that. Kattegat truly became a home for you. People were nice to you, you had no problem with worshipping their gods and you were with your old friends again, especially with Ubbe. From a small age, you two understood each other super well. With Vikings in general, you had not had the feeling of “meat for sale”. But with Ubbe you also felt, like he was seeing you like an equal human being, warrior and woman.

“Then we must come up with some solution,” Ubbe said.

“Nothing will stop them from dragging me back home,” you stated.

There was a silence for a moment. Both of you were thinking.

“Not even Vikings and their laws?” Ubbe raised an eyebrow at you.

“What do you mean?” you asked confused.

“Your family is maybe strong and powerful. However, they know very well, that they can’t win in a battle with us. If it’s battle with swords or laws.” Ubbe explained.

You still didn’t know, where he was going with his talk.

“No one can take from Viking his woman if she is with him voluntarily,” Ubbe said.

You finally got it.

“But Ubbe you know, that people of my nation understand this law of yours, that the woman and the man must be married to each other.” you opposed.

Ubbe nodded his head.

“I can’t ask this of you,” you said.

“Like what?” Ubbe asked.

“To pretend to be my husband,” you stated.

“Sure.” Ubbe simply said, while having a sip of mead from his cup.

You were out of words. This can’t work. Something will happen and both of you will be in trouble.

Ubbe could see the fear in your eyes. He stood up and came closer to you.

“Trust me. You will be the best and most beautiful wife in the whole of Norway this evening at the feast.” Ubbe said staring into your eyes and holding your hands.

Even though you knew this whole marriage thing was fake, you were more than happy, that your fake husband was Ubbe.

[lostartcambar]

The wise Ragnarsons x Reader Modern AU Imagine

A/N: Alright guys, this is my first requested imagine. It took me a while to do it, due to some problems with my laptop (which was the reason I had to start all over again), and then I got ill...it was almost as if this story shouldn`t be written...so if it is not as good as my other imagines, please be kind! Anyways here it is, requested by @ceylon-morphe286, hope that's what you had in mind.

if you find any mistakes, please comment.

Description: Y/N A woman from the future gets stuck in the world of Ivar the Boneless and his brothers and tries her best to deal with the situation. But her, to the Vikings seemingly strange, behaviour causes many unexpecting things to happen and gives her a special position in Kattegat.

Since I can remember, I was dreaming of experiencing an adventure.

But by that, I did not mean to wake up one morning and find myself in a dark hot and completely unknown room.

I laid in a huge bed made completely of wood and even though it was about 40 ° C in here (caused to a massive fire burning in a fireplace a couple of meters away from the end of the bed), someone decided to wrap me in what felt like a ton of furs.

The house, (if you even could call it that) seemed to have no windows, so it was very dark.

It took me a while to figure out that this was not a dream.

No, it was reality!

I figured out that this couldn`t be some crazy one night stand after me getting VERY drunk.

I came to the conclusion, that someone must have played a sick prank on me.

However, every thought on how and why I got here, was gone within seconds when I abruptly realized something that made me scream in shock and panic!

I was completely naked.

It’s been a week since these events took place.

It took me a while to figure out, what happened.

I travelled back in time to the 9th century.

Yup, that's my life...

I still had no clue as to how and why I ended up here, but I learned that I was in a place named Kattegat ruled by king Ragnar.

His youngest son Ivar was the one that found me that morning unconscious on the beach.

I was told, that the cold nearly killed me, so I was stripped down and put in this room under those furs to sweat out all the bacteria.

I remembered my grandmother always doing the same when I was ill as a child, so I believed them when I was told that that was the reason why I was naked.

Since my arrival in Kattegat, I was under the care of the Ragnarsons.

I came to the conclusion, that it was better not to tell them where I came from.

I was allowed to walk through Kattegat but they were always watching over me.

especially Ivar.

He claimed me as his with the justification, that he was the one that found me.

However, I tried my best to fit in but, let's just say it was difficult.

It was my second day here in Kattegat and I was told to serve  Ivar and his brothers their breakfast this morning. Even though I had a problem doing what I was told as I saw no reason in doing so, I figured out it would help me fit in.

However, things got a little bit out of hand...

When I was almost done with putting everything on the table, I felt a hand squeezing my butt.

When I turned around slowly trying to keep calm I saw Sigurd smirking right up at me.

That was a mistake.

The noise of my palm hitting his face was a reminder of that.

“What the hell slave” Hvitserk called out in shock.

But Hvitserks comment caused my blood to boil completely.

“Do NOT dare to call me a slave again! I shouted.

”I am equal to you and I am not anyone's property.”

“NEVER forget that unless you want me to give your balls a reminder of that for the rest of your life.”

“I would not mess with her” Ubbe said while smirking slightly.

well well well, it seems like there were a lot of things to fix around here...

The following week's things in Kattegat changed...

No one doubted the things (Y/N) said.

Everybody thought she was some kind of a god or someone that was able to heel injuries nobody else could.

At first, everyone was sceptical. I mean come on, how could you not be if suddenly she would start singing “shake it off” and shuffle dance during a feast when she was told to dance.

Even Hvitserk stopped eating.

Or when she talked about something called “Infinity War”, “Avengers” and “Thor” being defeated by a purple giant...

But people started trusting her when she healed Björns arm, on her fourth day in Kattegat.

From this day on, people started calling her “the wise”.

“How many times did I told you how important it is, to wash your hands before dinner? I told you about bacteria and stuff, remember?”

I shouted when I caught Hvitserk stealing some food from the table before washing his hands.

“By the way, where is Ivar ?” I asked a bit suspicious.

“I don`t know, Hvitserk answered while looking at his shoes.

I was about to push further when the doors of the great hall opened and Ivar crawled inside.

covered in blood.

“oh no, no no no NO” was all I repeated, when I walked over to him and dragged him over to the can of fresh water by his ear.

I insisted on always keeping some fresh water in the dining hall.

A little bit of hygiene couldn`t hurt.

“IVAR!” I shouted while letting him go next to the water can.

“You gonna get sick!”

“Your wounds from this ridiculous fight yesterday are still open. If blood comes in the wound and you and the other person don`t have the same blood type, you will get clotting problems and you gonna die because your blood will bind with the other’s cells and... I tried to explain.

“Nonsense” Ivar growled quietly.

He was really too stubborn for his own good.

“Dude really? You still don`t trust me?”

Dude? Is that some sort of insult? Sigurd asked curiously.

Yup and here we go again...

“I don`t know about you Sigurd but I think you and Ivar owe me some trust after all I`ve done. You should be ashamed of yourself. Both of you.”

That was all I said, before leaving the hall.

Later that evening I was about to leave the great hall to go to bed when I heard someone talking.

I became curious and tried to listen in to the conversation.

"What is it Ivar, why were you so suspicious and reserved towards Y/N?" Ubbe asked. "We decided to trust her."

"She is scary" Ivar answered quietly.

I smiled to myself.

Who would think that the mighty Ivar the boneless would be afraid of somebody?

Maybe, things would work out between the boys and me.

[lostartcambar]

Freydis History?!

You guys,

I had this feeling the whole time since her first appearance and couldn't help but think, what if Freydis is a goddess. Maybe she is Freya. Send by the Allfather to test Ivar?🤔

What do you think?

Hope you are doing well.

❤

[ohoh-inmortal]

Vikings is really the most wonderful fandom out there huh. I haven't feel/seen almost any toxicity (at least here in tumblr) and all the stories and imagines are always so well written. Definitely the most non-cringy fandom I've even seen