My entry for day three of @vikingsevents Valentine's week prompts. Day three is first date.
Pairing: Rollo x Gisla
Warnings: None, unless you count fluff.
Word count: ~500
Rollo paces the length of the dining hall nervously. He has faced countless warriors fearlessly on the battlefield and yet this, this moment strikes genuine fear into his heart. What if Gisla does not like it? What if she laughs and all of this has been for naught?
Fresh cut wildflowers adorn the table, their aroma made headier by the candles that flicker beside them. He has ordered the finest of wine to be pulled from the cellars. His cup sits half empty already, a much needed elixir to soothe his nerves.
He knows that Gisla did not get a say in their marriage, she was treated as a mere prize for his cooperation with Francia. Such a large part of their union has been strained under the weight of her unhappiness, she had despised him. He has worked hard to earn her affections, changed every part of himself, even given up his sacred arm ring.
Their first kiss was a more satisfying victory than any battle he’d ever won. Rollo’s history with the fairer sex was not an admirable one. His heart twists painfully when he thinks back on Siggy. She had died not knowing how he truly felt for her, because had never shown her, let alone told her. He would not make the same mistake with Gisla. Their coupling may not have had a happy beginning, but he would make sure she never doubted his feelings for her.
As she sweeps into the room, long dark hair flowing in soft waves past her shoulders, his breath is taken away; just the same as it was the day they first locked eyes over the ramparts during the attack on Paris. However, this time when Gisla looks at him her gaze does not burn with contempt, there is something softer in her expression. If Rollo did not know any better he would mistake it for love.
She smiles as she takes in the scene before her, gratefully accepting the wine cup that Rollo offers to her. “What is all this?” She asks softly.
Rollo has never been one to be bashful and yet he finds himself nervous. Gods, Rollo, you’ve fucked her already. Why is this so difficult?!
He averts his gaze, clearing his throat, before looking back to her. “Before you, I was with a woman.” He says, green eyes looking earnestly into her brown ones. “I did not treat her well. And I know you did not choose to marry me, but I wanted, no, needed to let you know that I…Gisla, I love you.”
The words tumble out inelegantly. This is the most vulnerable Rollo has ever allowed himself to be with anyone and there is a part of him that hates how he looks to her like a lost dog seeking the approval of its master. He holds his breath, awaiting her response. The silence feels like it stretches for an eternity, surely his heart will hammer its way out of his chest before she responds.
Words are not needed though; as she reaches up and presses her lips softly to his, he knows all he needs to know and it calms the tempest in his chest. She loves him too.
"love it not finding a hand that will perfectly fit in yours, but it is finding the one who will be willing to hold your hand, regardless of how unfit it may be"
Day 6 prompt "hand holding" for @vikingsevents Valentine's Week
This is the fourth entry for @vikingsevents Valentine's Week. The prompts were Misunderstanding and Best Friend. I'm a little bit late for it, but better late than never, right? xD Nothing worth of a warning in the fic, everything is just mentioned and not acted upon. Ragnar and his anger issues are its own warning lol. This really is just sort of a modern take of canon events with added spice. (1,4k fic under the cut)
"Jesus!" Ragnar exclaimed after entering the kitchen. He had a feeling that something wasn't right once he made it through the front door, but had been too tipsy to care. He swayed in place and then leaned against the wall near the door. When those taxing eyes took in his miserable state, Ragnar hid his face by rubbing it with both hands. Desperately willing the drunkenness away.
"Not quite," Floki responded belatedly and Ragnar could hear the slow smile forming on his friends lips. "Where have you been?" He asked and from the sounds of it, kicked the chair out from the kitchen table to invite Ragnar to sit. "I had to wait for hours."
Ragnar sucked on his teeth noisily and pushed himself off the wall, finally looking at his old friend properly. He was dressed in the same suit he wore when he got arrested. "No one asked you to," he told him and sat down opposite of him. "Why are you here?" Ragnar squinted his eyes in suspicion. He hadn't seen Floki since the trial and hadn't planned on changing that. Especially not on this particular day, but here Floki was sitting at his table, with his crossed arms leaning on the surface.
"You are my friend, Ragnar," Floki replied sincerely, his hands now folded in front of his face, hiding the lower part efficiently. "I worried." He added sincerely, causing Ragnar to slap his hand onto the table with force.
"Do not lie to me," he pointed at Floki, his voice raised. The alcohol always made it easier to tap into his anger. It was one of the reasons Aslaug had left him. The thought of her only worsened his rage. She'd gone and took the boys with her. It hadn't been her intention to prevent Ragnar from seeing them, but when a judge had to decide how to split the time, Ragnar had been drunk out of his mind. That day, Aslaug got full custody without another chance for him to explain.
Floki's high pitched giggle sounded haughty and his friend looked away from him. "Everything I did was for you," he told Ragnar. "Everything."
It had his blood boil further and without a second thought Ragnar threw the little decorative plastic flowers Ecbert had gotten off the table with an enraged shout, the ceramic pot breaking into a thousand pieces as he stood. "You came into my house, you threatened my family!" Ragnar yelled, his breathing heavy. "You did it for yourself."
"Athelstan was not your family," Floki replied, his brows furrowed in similar anger. He wasn't quite on Ragnar's level, but he would get there easy enough. "He was a whore at best, playing footsie with you at the dinner table you shared with your wife."
Ragnar scoffed in disagreement. "Since when do you care about Aslaug?" He asked. "You knew she was fine with it, you-" he broke off and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Why was Floki here on the anniversary of Athelstan's death? It didn't make sense to Ragnar. The Floki he knew had never trampled over his feelings like this. "Why are you here?" He asked again, this time Ragnar forced his voice to remain calm.
Slowly, his friend reached into the pocket of his jacket and then threw a silvery object onto the table. "It belongs to you." Floki told him and leaned back in the chair. So relaxed like he didn't kill the man Ragnar loved ten years ago. On further inspection he noticed that Floki had brought him the bracelet he'd given to Athelstan. He'd had a goldsmith make it shorter to stop it from falling off the other man's wrist. Ragnar would never be able to wear it again. Not that he wanted to.
With a slow nod Ragnar pushed the chair he'd sat on under the table. He needed to distance himself from Floki, or he would hurt him. "Thanks," he found himself saying. "Now fuck off," Ragnar added for good measure. "I don't want you here today."
Floki made no indication to move. He seemed to be oddly offended at Ragnar's dismissal. "Ten years is enough to grieve for a boy toy," he said and Ragnar knew he was deliberately cruel. His friend had been with him when he stumbled over Athelstan in their club. An anorexic little thing with daddy issues and a history of drug addiction. Ragnar later told Floki that Athelstan had been in a catholic school with many priests who had wandering hands. But he'd always lacked empathy where Athelstan was concerned and Ragnar knew that. Floki leaned forward to catch Ragnar's eyes. "I went to jail for you."
The sheer fury gleaming in Ragnar's eyes was too short a warning before he basically threw his hands onto the tabletop and towered over Floki. His breath was coming in short puffs. "I did not ask you to! You were supposed to tell the truth." Ragnar said the last bit through his teeth.
"Thirty years for you, or ten for me," Floki replied, "Easy choice." He said and Ragnar knew he was right. He'd already been on parole and if the cops had found his many, many firearms and not so small amounts of drugs at his house, he'd be locked away for most of his remaining life. So Floki admitted it was him who evaded the taxes of the club they owned and they found nothing at Floki's place– he was smart enough to stash it somewhere else entirely. Floki had gone to jail for fraud alone. His friend's eyes turned soft as he looked up at Ragnar, "I would do anything for you."
He was close to tears when he moved away from the table, only to round it and stand right in front of Floki. Ragnar hesitantly reached for his friend's face to hold it in both hands, gently stroking over his cheeks, "Then tell me why you killed Athelstan, hm?" He leaned down to press his forehead against Floki's temple and whispered, "Why?" Over and over before his hand moved up and got hold of Floki's almost hairless scalp, pulling it harshly back to force him to make eye contact. "Why?" Ragnar hollered at his friend who remained mute through it all.
"He was a junkie and overdosed," Floki told him calmly. Something that he had already heard from the police. "You knew it, I knew it– everyone! Not a single soul was shocked by it." He said, but his extensive blinking spoke against the truthfulness of his statement. Ragnar was aware of Athelstan's past, he'd even fucked with him on multiple occasions why they'd both been high.
Once more he invaded Floki's personal space, coming cheek to cheek with him. "I knew every part of his body, seen it all and I knew his mind," Ragnar said quietly, a strange threat lurking underneath. "He'd sworn off H months before his death… for me." Floki's eyes widened momentarily in realization. "He never would've overdosed."
It momentarily looked like his friend wanted to come clean, mumbling incomprehensibly until Ragnar moved away. "A misunderstanding, we fought," Floki said, the deranged giggle he let out sounded like he'd suppressed it for hours. "I hit him and he wanted to tell you."
"I don't believe you," Ragnar replied, once again urging Floki to tell the truth. "You lured him out of my house," and into a rundown place full of addicts. "I ask you one last time, why you did it." Ragnar tried again, but Floki shook his head, refusing to budge. "Was it jealousy?" He bluntly asked, causing Floki to become stock-still.
His friend exhaled a long breath before desperately inhaling. "You chose him," Floki said quietly, almost like he didn't want him to hear. "Over me," he added and met Ragnar's gaze steadily. "How could you?"
Something like sympathy creeped up inside Ragnar and he inclined his head a couple times in a slow and jerky movement. "You've been my best friend for all my life, Floki," he told him, the side of his face sticking to Floki's to speak directly into his ear. "You've known me longer than anyone else." He wished his friend had told him what he was going through, and maybe Athelstan would still be alive.
When he pressed a kiss to Floki's temple, his friend's hands pulled at the front of Ragnar's shirt and into an awkward hug. They lost ten years of their friendship, time they would never get back, but now he understood why Floki had lied for him, why he had hated Athelstan so much.
Hello Vikings and Vikings: Valhalla fandom! We want to announce a small event on this blog to spread some love within the fandoms.
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Note: Prompt is "first date" for @vikingsevents. Thank you for making this possible. I had an idea to write after a long time! Please be nice, I have used google translate for writing.
Pairing: Ivar x F!reader
Summary: You need a date for your brothers wedding and Ivar answers to your ad.
Wordcount: 739
You have tried making friends with MeetUp but failed. Your brothers wedding was soon and you had not a plus one found.Just when you were about to give up and close your ad, you received a message. You set a time when he should be at church before the ceremony. Contrary to your expectations, this man who introduced himself as Ivar was not unattractive.You chose a pale blue dress and he said he would wear the same tie to match. Most of the guests were already inside the church when an unfamiliar car parked nearby. You almost tripped in your haste to see if this could be your date.
The passenger side window rolled down, revealing the bluest eyes you've ever seen. “Excuse me, are you Ivar?”, you ask, pushing your hair back from your face to get a better look at him.The driver of the car got out and walked around the car to the trunk. He then pulled something out before walking to the passenger side. "I'm Y/N!", you continued. The passenger door opened and you realized that your date might not be able to dance with you. You think he should have told you ahead of time that he needed a wheelchair, but kept that to yourself.
"Yes I'm Ivar.", he said and stood. You were confused and looked between the wheelchair and Ivar. "I don't need it always.", Ivar explained. He carefully sat down in the wheelchair and thanked the other person. When you asked who it was, Ivar replied that it was his older brother Ubbe. Ubbe drove away.Ivar is actually wearing a pale blue tie that matches your dress perfectly.
"Every one is in the church.", you say and offer to push him. He refuses. The church is silent inside when you come in. Your brother at the altar nods at you, and you walk forward. The ceremony is beautiful and you shed tears as your sister-in-law walked down the aisle.
“Do you want to marry some day?” you ask quietly and look at Ivar. His frown is sufficient response. It looks like he didn't want to go to the wedding. “Why did you answer to my ad?” you ask now Ivar looks like he'll think about it for a while. You’re undecided to ask another question.
“My brother Ubbe set this up.”, Ivar answered you. He looks like he wants to cross his arms to hide shame. You lay a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. You did not expect the muscles underneath his suit. “He said I need to be out more.” Your quiet conversation ends before the Newlyweds say yes.
You feel like you've known Ivar all your life. The thought that I won't see you again makes you sad. And so you decide to show your best side in the hope that he wants to see you again.
When you arrive at the banquet hall, find a quiet corner. Your brother won't be too angry with you for sitting so far away. He knows you have not been lucky with men. “Is it only you and your brother?” you ask and look at Ivar with interest.
“I have more brothers and a sister.”, Ivar said. “You don’t have to make me feel like you care.”, He said. “I’m a cripple. Noone wants me.”, He said with bad disguised anger. You see his fists tighten on his lap and you lay your hand over his to comfort him.
“But I care about you.”, you say to him. “I do not know you a lot but I like you.”, you say and smile at Ivar. His blue eyes capture your attention and you don’t hear his next words. “I'd like to get to know you better if you'll let me.” you say instead. Ivar raises one eyebrow.
His skepticism apparent he nodded. “We can try.”, Ivar said, his mouth forming a small smile. “Do you want to dance?” He asks out of the blue. You nod at him and he says he only needs his cane for security. You think that maybe Ivar wants this to be your first date too when he softly touches you.
You and Ivar talk a lot until late at night. You both take breaks between dances and when it is almost time to go home, he hesitantly kisses you as he softly sways you in his arms. You feel as if you are living a dream. “I think I am falling for you, Y/N.”
My entry for day four of @vikingsevents Valentine's week prompts. Day four is misunderstanding.
Pairing: Hvitserk x OFC. A cotinuation of this story - you don't need to have read it though.
Warnings: Mentions of nudity.
Word count: ~550
It has been three days since Avaldidida went on a hunt with a group from the Mi’kmaq tribe. While Hvitserk respects the ways of her people and understands there are some things she must simply do without him, it does not make him miss her any less.
She is due to return today. Hvitserk has been pacing the Mi’kmaq settlement most of the morning, awaiting her arrival like an overexcited hound loyally waiting for its master.
He bounces on the balls of his feet, a bright smile upturning the corners of his mouth as he sees her in the distance. Becoming impatient after a few moments of watching her approach on horseback with the rest of her hunting party, he breaks into a run in an effort to meet her halfway.
Hvtiserk's heart soars when he sees Avaldidida climb down from her horse, matching his pace, before jumping into his arms.
He spins her around, kissing her fiercely and threading his fingers into her long dark hair.
"Welcome home, Ava." He murmurs against her lips.
She closes her eyes, pressing her forehead to his. "I missed you."
Hvitserk hums appreciatively before pulling her into a tight hug, which squashes her face against his chest.
She huffs a laugh, pulling away and looking up at him. Her brown eyes glow almost amber in the bright sunshine. "I have to help get everything back to the settlement, there is much to unload." She explains. "Go and wait for me. I have a surprise for you."
Avaldidida pushes Hvitserk gently away by his chest with a smirk before turning back to her horse. Hvitserk watches her go with a dopey grin then heads back to her hut.
He ponders on what her surprise could be, then realisation hits. They have been apart for days, so of course she'll want to be intimate. That surely has to be the surprise.
All too eager and not wanting to waste any time when his beloved Ava returns, Hvitserk strips in haste until he is completely bare. Not knowing how he should wait for her, he attempts to position himself seductively for her on the bed, but feels silly and settles on standing at the end of it instead.
He clasps and unclasps his hands, positioning them behind his back and then in front of him as he fidgets nervously. What is taking her so long?
His heart jumps when Avaldidida eventually enters the hut. She is carrying a large pelt.
"I skinned this for you while I was away, I thought it would keep you wa-"
She stops dead in her tracks upon seeing Hvitserk stood naked at the foot of the bed, her eyes go wide.
"What are you doing?!"
"Waiting for my surprise." He says happily, clearly oblivious to her shock.
Avaldidida stifles a giggle behind her hand. "Your surprise was this deer pelt. Why are you naked?"
Hvitserk's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "We aren't going to have sex?"
Avaldidida rolls her eyes, placing the pelt on the bed. "I haven't bathed in three days and I have been hunting. Believe me when I say you would not want to."
Hvitserk grabs her by the wrist, pulling her to him. "Then allow me to help you bathe, it can be my repayment for your surprise."
