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Imagine Ragnar hearing his sons are all fighting over you

“It is as if y/n has cast a spell. Each one of them is pursuing her with everything they have, and all in spite of the other. First it was Bjorn and Ubbe. Then Hvitserk. Now Ivar too?”

He rubbed his forehead in despair.

“But this will end when she understands what is happening and makes her choice?” He asked hopefully but Aslaug met his steely eyes and answered flatly,

“You brought your sons up to fight for their desires. To take what they want, Ragnar. What do you think?”

We’re tired of waiting too. 

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BLUES OF MY EYES - IVAR X READER -IMAGINE

Some couples have words or phrases that define their relationship like Always or Ok or Till the End, well ours is Show Me. I’ll explain why. I’m different very different actually. For my culture being born like me is a curse and often you’re left to die at birth. I survived that by the grace of the gods but surviving that meant years of hell. Until I ran into a miracle. She changed everything for me.

It was the dead of night when I felt the pain return shooting up and down my legs and spine with no rest in between. It felt as if lightning bolts were firing in my body and setting everything on fire. My eyes shot open, the whites of my turned blue now, my body covered in sweat and I was panting. She was lying on my chest fast asleep which was odd, she woke at every move, every sound. I moved her head from my chest to the pillow to sit up gritting my teeth to bear the pain from my legs. Looking around I found my dresser and the bottle of the elixir that I needed to aid the unbearable pain. I needed to crawl there without waking her. She didn’t need to see me like this. She didn’t need to worry. “Show me” her voice rung in the darkness like a bell perfectly tuned. “No” I argued back. “Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar show me now” she demanded softly. She meant show her my eyes. I reluctantly turned around looking her in the eyes so she could see. “Ivar! Curse the norns! Why didn’t you tell me?” She exclaimed getting up and grabbing the elixir. She dropped three drops into my mouth and laid me back down. “It is not your job to take care of me like I’m a cripple!” I grunted. “Shut up stupid Viking and let me heal you.” She chuckled running her jeans over my face. Suddenly I felt a calming over me and my pain wasn’t so bad. “What are you woman?” I mumbled. “Shhh” was all she said.

I know what you’re thinking, “Ivar be smart about this obviously this woman possesses some sort of magic” but I’m telling you I’ve asked the seer about this and it’s nothing to fear. She is a healer and a lover. And she is all mine. The next time it happened she caught me by surprise. By now I’m sure you are all aware of my…legs put it this way temper.

“Ivar darling how are you doing today?” She asked me over lunch. “Why don’t you ask Hvitserk?” I growled. She looked at me funny. “Why would I ask him?” She inquired eating a piece of fruit. “You’ve been eyeing him all day” I grouched. She raised her eyebrow. “Ivar we must have your eyes examined by a doctor” she chuckled. I threw my fork down on the table loudly. She didn’t flinch or back down. “Show me” she stated calmly. “Show you what?” I spat. “You know damn well” she didn’t miss a beat. “Show me” she demanded again. I sighed looking up slowly from my plate of food for the first time since she sat down at the table. “Mhm I thought so. My love if you are in pain please just say so. Give me your hand.” She held out hers. I hesitated and then let my hand rest in her soft one. Immediately you could see black running through her veins flowing from my hand to hers. She took my pain from me, she harbored it for me. She smiled at me once she was finished. I felt lighter and free. She looked exhausted. Her soft features were replaced with a scowl. “Go rest my love, you’ve earned it” I whispered across the table. Her eyes barely able to stay open she stood up and shuffled to our shared room stumbling on the way. “Ivar what is this? Some sort of witchcraft? Is this of the devil?” Ubbe asked looking quite concerned. It was the first time I had seen him this afraid for me besides that time I had come back from England nearly dead without our father. “I have been assured by the seer that she is safe.” I said ending the conversation there.

She continued to prove her worth and I continued to fall deeper in love with her. Intertwining our love and her healing. Show Me became our I Love You. Every time I heard it I felt it in my bones. I knew she cared I knew she was willing to hurt herself for me. To carry my burden so that I can have peace. She would sleep with her hand on my chest so she could syphon my pain away all night. I could rest peacefully for the first ever. I could live peacefully. My temper went down, my thoughts clearer. I knew real love. That was until I woke one morning to find her lying there next to me as usual but something horribly wrong. She was as pale as a ghost and not breathing. She used too much power to try and heal me.

Some days I can still hear her voice whispering at me through the wind. Really when I think about it she was challenging me. She was saying show me what you can do. Show me what love can do. She was the greatest love I ever had. And maybe the reason why I am so cold these days. No one can fill that void. Nothing can even try. But then again, Show me.

Daha denize girmediği için çatlayanlar elini kaldırsın? 🌞🌞🌞 (Biz daha giremedik.)

Sınavlar da ne ki.

Ölüm var hoca ölüm.

Bi de bilgisayara aysti dökmek var üüğğ yazamıyorum hızlıca dertliyim.

Bana kalırsa, hayat, yanlış zamanda yanlış yerde olmaktan oluşur.

“Korku seni tutsak eder umut ise özgür kılar.”

The Shawshank Redemption / Esaretin Bedeli (1994)

You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father’s bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin’ was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t. Little Forrest, he’s doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He’s really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He’s so smart, Jenny. You’d be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can’t read it. I’m not supposed to, so I’ll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don’t know if Momma was right or if, if it’s Lieutenant Dan. I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.

-Forrest Gump