What Happens in Dublin: Surfaces
This work is in collaboration with these lovely, talented authors @imgoldielikehawn @lupy22 @grungyblonde @ivaraddict Rating: 18+ Mature content will be the basis of this series LOL Disclaimer: This is purely a work a fiction based upon the actors in the History Channel show Vikings! For the actors in relationships no offense is meant and we wish them all the luck in the real world! Thank you so much @dangerousvikings for this lovely moodboard to match this chapter! Shout out to you, love you girl!
Keta’s POV
One thing was certain: Hayley and Anna were a fucking mess. I groan pushing Jordan’s body off mine. Where were my fucking clothes? I look around and I’m surrounding by the Great Hall.
Jordan had no problem sleeping under the furs, but I did apparently looking at the pile by more bed. How in the whole fuck ad we ended up at set. Jordan reaches out for me, pulling me back to the bed. “How did we end up here?”
The previous night 11:37pm
“I wrote this fucking fanfiction! You have to read it!” I pull up Tumblr on my phone and hand it to Jordan. He looks devious as the laughter covers his face. “Why the fuck are you laughing Jordan?”
“You only fangirl when you’re fucking high,” He wipes his face looks at the phone. ‘It’s adorable.”
“I’m not high!” I pout chugging the drink back and then scooping more from the bowl. “And I’m definitely not fangirling.”
Anna’s mouth dropped watching Jordan read the fanfiction. “Bitch, don’t let him see that shit. You stalk him on your page.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
Hayley laughs fist bumping me. “Show him all your crazy babe.”
“Granted we all know you an Ivar hoe.” Anna looks at Alex H. “I brought her to the side of reason but she teeters.” She shrugs planting another kiss on Alex L’s lips.
Laura eyes me. “Now, I don’t share.”
“I don’t want him.” I say shocked. “Where the fuck has Travis and Jessie gone?”
Jordan grabs his keys. “You write some nasty shit.” Oh fuck. They were right.
“Where are you going?”
Jordan hands me my jacket. “we are going to set, a fan like you deserves a proper tour.”
“I wanna come!” Hayley said looking at Marco.
“Private tour.”
Anna pauses. “You lose your wallet again?”
We weren’t alone in this fucking place. Alex and Laura were sprawled across the floor in the room across from us and then Anna and Alex were up talking in a corner. Damn it. “What did we do?”
“Just fuck all over Kattegat.” Jordan says.
“What does all over mean?”
“The Pier.” He says with a chaste kiss to my hand.
***
Previous Night 12:38am
“Oh shit, shit shit shit.” I pant holding onto the pier as Jordan thrusted into me. I couldn’t fucking swim but the water was less than a foot away from my head. Jordan lifted me up bringing me to his lap allowing me to ride him for a few minutes. My head thrown back locked on the sky I finally reached the stars.
***
“At one point I was certain people were watching us fuck in the shed, you insisted we fuck in.”
***
Previous Night 1:52am
“Yes Ubbe, I bet Margarethe didn’t fuck you like this?” I planted my hands on his chest I ride him swinging my hair around and winding my hips like a damn porn star.
Jordan is laughing and they shit into groans as arches his back going deeper into me. “You are fucking insane. I fucking love it.”
***
Jordan watches my eyebrows raise and me cover my face. “Then there was the table incident.”
***
Previous Night 2:45am
“Oh my God right there!” My hands clasped on the back of his head as he lapped his tongue over my clit and pushed into me. My back arches from the wooden table as my toes curl at the ecstasy approaching.
“For the love of GOD! Get a fucking room!” Jessie says covering Travis’ face. “That’s the fucking second time!”
Jordan doesn’t stop locking his arms around my waist.
“Get the fuck out! We told you all not to follow us!” I growl.
“We were here first!” Travis yells.
***
“Then there was the extremely sleepy sex we had via your idea.” Jordan stretches.
Previous Night 4:30am
“I want you to fuck me on the throne.” I said dragging my finger across his face pushing him in the chair.
Jordan grins his mischievous grin lifting me from the wooden table on set. “Ivar’s throne.”
“Whoever’s.” I smile.
***
Jordan hands me my clothes. “I’m literally sore as shit.” He adds. “But I enjoyed myself. What about you Keta?”
“I got dicked down all over Kattegat and I woke up to fucking Jordan Patrick Smith for the third time this week. Dude I’m in fucking heaven.”
“Come on, let’s find the others.”
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