Warnings: Alluding to abused Reader, Protective!Ivar, Posesive!Ivar
“You, where is my daughter!” Your mother bellowed, looking up at the Ragnarssons as they lazed about outside the main hall. Ivar could hear Sigurd snickering next to him as the angry woman glared at him.
Everyone knew Ivar was fond of you, in fact no one dare came near you or lay a hand on you lest Ivar find out, which amused Sigurd because anyone who wanted you would simply look for Ivar.
“I do not know where (Y/N) is, perhaps you should keep a closer watch over her.” Ivar drawled and your mother turned a faint shade of red.
So i don’t know if you know about it but there’s this amazing fangame called the seventh stand user where it’s basically an amazingly well done self insert fanfiction of stardust crusaders. (i recommend this game 1000%) At the beginning of that game you take a personality test to determine the stand you get, and i got [JOYKILLER] and i love him and he’s my son. on the other hand, my “original” stand here is [BLACK BAlLOON] which is a hit song by the goo goo dolls which also has another hit, iris (which is my name).
Context: I’m dual wielding two characters because there’s only three of us playing. I’ve a gnome wizard and a dragonborn cleric. Other characters include a human barbarian and an elf bard (supplied by DM to help). We’re very loose with things and just switched versions, and this is paraphrased a bit.
We decide to stop for the night before heading into the mountains. Everyone steps on a snake in some very tall, dry grass. Barbarian kills his, goes to kill the bard’s- and ends up rolling a nat 1 and throwing his axe away.
Wizard (panicking): I uh, I point down and cast Firebolt at it. Oh, and at disadvantage, because it’s within 5 ft.
DM: You sure?
Wizard: I can’t really do much with my staff, so ya. (rolls a nat 1)
DM: So. So you point down at the snake and somehow miss it. Your robes are a bit singed, but your shoes are gone. There’s just like, soles left, with bits of leather.
Wizard: Great, and we’re going rock climbing… Uh, uh. For my bonus, I Misty Step over to the cleric. I really don’t like snakes I guess.
After discussing the merits of footwear and mountains and the lack of the former, barbarian takes out the very confused, undamaged snake with a spear, deals with the bard’s (who failed a Cutting Words against it), cleric takes out hers. Few minutes pass and-
Wizard:-wait. We’re in a field of grass, aren’t we.
DM (smiling): Yup. There’s just this, big black circle where you were and a slowly expanding ring of fire as everything burns.
We eventually managed to put it out before we set a nearby forest on fire… Next attempt at a Firebolt was also a nat 1 and singed the barbarian and an innocent wall. I quit trying after that.
“Did you hear him?” Astrid growled, trying to tug away from
his grasp. “Did you hear what he said? He’s here to marry, Ruff… AND HE HASN’T
EVEN ASKED HER.”
“I heard, Ast!” Hiccup yelped, narrowly avoiding getting his
hair clipped from an angry woman and a heavy axe. “Calm down, please? Let them
deal with this, Ruff’s smarter then to just let herself be carted off-“
“I will not calm down!” Astrid screeched, shoving away with
so much force Hiccup knocked against his hut wall. With a low and
over exaggerated moan he took off after her, tackling her to the ground in one
Thank goodness her axe skidded away out of reach.
“Let go of me!” Astrid shouted, fighting to roll over.
“Hiccup! Since… gods… since when did you… weigh so much…”
“Please just calm down.” Hiccup asked in exasperation,
letting out a little cry of surprise when Astrid’s elbow jerked into his
ribcage. “Erk- Toothless!”
Said dragon just narrowed his eyes in exasperation as he
walked past, unamused by the lovers antics. With a low sigh, he swatted both
with his tail, letting out a rumble as he disappeared behind a building.
“You traitor!” Hiccup called out, Toothless returning with a
series of far off warbles.
“Ugh, get off me, Hiccup, before you suffocate me.” Astrid
huffed, continually jabbing him painfully in the ribs with her elbow.
“Not until you calm down enough to promise me you won’t
She growled lowly, eyes narrowed in anger and hands fisted
against the wooden platforms of the walkway. “Fine. I’m calm.”
Hiccup quirked and eyebrow, arms tightening their hold
around her. “Promise?”
“I promise.” She hissed.
Hiccup rolled off of her and stumbled to a stand, offering
her a hand that she promptly ignored, dusting off her leggings in frustration
as she glared at the floor. She bent down to pick up her axe, but Hiccup beat
her too it. She promised not to hurt Throck, but she hadn’t promised to not destruct
everything else in her path.
“Okay, Astrid. How about… uh… a calming walk to cool off,
“No.” She grumbled, spinning around to stomp away to who-knows-where. Probably to the twins to let off some steam, those two were always up for some good violence.
Hiccup sighed and was just about to facepalm, when he paused
mid-slap and grinned. With a few long strides after Astrid’s retreating form,
he wrapped his arms around her waist and tossed her over his shoulder, turning
back around to his own hut.
“Hiccup!” Astrid shouted, struggling against his hold,
nearly knocking him off balance. “Put me down!”
“Not until you’re in a cool mind. The last thing I need is
you tearing up the Edge.” Hiccup called back, fumbling with the door as he
tried to use his foot to open it. “Hold still before you send us both falling
“If you’d put me down! This is a very… awkward position…”
Astrid huffed, demonstrating what she meant by giving her butt a little wiggle, making Hiccup blush and try to adjust her so her rear wasn’t right in his face. Finally Astrid gave up and flopping limply against him, arms crossed
and lips pressed in a thin line. “I hate you.”
“Love you too, milady.” Hiccup laughed, finally getting the
door open. He walked to a chair in the corner, flinging Astrid onto it. She
fixed him with a glare, but he could see the twinkle in her eyes. She was having
just as much with this as he was.
“Ahem, now miss.” Hiccup cleared his throat, clasping his
hands behind his back innocently. “I must ask you to keep cool, and to let miss
Ruffnut Thorsoton take care of herself. Am I clear?”
Astrid fought to keep a straight face, but the twitch of her
lips broke her sternness. She guffawed a laugh, smiling up at him.
“Fine, but with a price.” She stood up and gestured for him
to take her seat, which he did obediently, questioning her-
Before he could ask, she jumped onto his lap, wrapped her
arms around his neck as she blinked her eyes repeatedly. “Haha, victory!” With
that she easily fipped him over onto her shoulders, carrying him army style
towards the door.
“Gak! Astrid!” Hiccup
laughed, pounding against her back with his fists. “Drop me, would you? If
Snotlout sees me we all know what he’ll be teasing me about for the next
“Pay back!” Astrid chortled, but obeyed,
sending him tumbling to the ground with a shout.
“Hey! Gently, woman.” Hiccup rubbed his elbow as he stood
up, the last word of his sentence earning him a playful punch in the gut.
“Ouch! Fine! Sorry, sorry!”
“Still.” Astrid finally said after getting Hiccup’s hopeless
case of the giggles under control. “I don’t like this. Not one bit. Throck
thinks he can just march right up and marry her without even asking her- what a
Hiccup hastened to interrupt before she said anything… inappropriate. “He’s new to the culture,
he’s used to doing things… differently. But like I said, let Ruff deal with it.
She’s a big girl, she can handle him.”
“I know.” Astrid grouched. “Still, the nerve- I can’t
believe…” she sighed and took his hand in hers, giving him a playful shove. “I
guess I’ve just been spoiled by you, I never thought of men thoughtlessly
saying they’ll just… marry someone
without their consent. You’ve always asked about everything- although sometimes
it does get annoying…”
Hiccup blushed, eyes flitting away in embarrassment,
sweet.” She finished and leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his waist
in a hug, giving a sigh of contentment as she snuggled against him.
WERE YOU THERE WHEN GROMMASH HELLSCREM, CHIEFTAIN OF THE WARSONG CLAN, RETURNED TO GET DOWN IN ORGRIMMAR? THEN YOU’RE AN HONORARY WARSONG! I will never forget all of you. Keep dancing, brothers and sisters! LOK’TAR OGAR! VICTORY OR DANCE!
Wow, who knew Grommash Hellscream would appear like that? Here are some other notable shout outs, and this wasn’t even all of them.
A special shout out to the one pandaren who kept giving me steamy romance novels all night. You’ll never be forgotten Porndaren. You are truly a Warsong at heart.
Until next year. Never put your axe away, let it SWING FREELY!
After the son of Ares managed to thoroughly piss off our handler, she ordered us to give a report of what happened. The son of Aphrodite, who has ridiculous charisma and a power that gives him a bonus when trying to charm people, opens his mouth.
NPC: Ah ah ah, you be quiet. *pointing at son of Aphrodite*
Our son of Apollo opens his mouth only to get the same response.
NPC: *pointing at the other members of the party* All of you be silent. *turns to my character* Now, Arachne dear. What happened.
As I’m attempting to start to give a report, the son of Apollo, who is an alcoholic takes a very large pull from his flask and opens his mouth.
Son of Apollo: *in a tipsy voice* She had a shotgun! (about one of the enemies)
Our handler, who happens to be a daughter of Athena, summons a glowing spear after our GM rolled for her intimidation. Even the son of Ares, who can summon a fire ax, leans away.
NPC: If you cannot handle your liquor, I will make you handle it.
Son of Apollo: *in a small voice* Yes, ma'am.
After glaring for a moment, she allows my character to continue.
I woke up at the sound in the dark. It was the first time sleeping alone in my own room (and I was 4), so you can imagine my fear of things going to grab me while I sleep. As I scanned my room for the source of the noise, a voice startled me and made me jumped a bit. “Sorry if I woke you up, kid”. I turned around at the sight of a figure with glowing green eyes holding something in its hands. I scrambled for the light switch but the figure stopped me “Easy, kid…I’m a friend. Tell you what, I’ll turn on the light for you” and the figure did just that.
Once the room is alight with its fluorescence, the figure turns out to be wearing a greenish full body suit with his face covered up and there were goggles where the eyes are situated….and said figure was holding an axe. I tried to back off and scream but the figure then spoke “Easy, easy…I’m not here to kill you. See, I’m friendly” as he opened the mask of the suit, revealing a familiar face yet he is a stranger to me. “What are you?” I asked, my voice quivered. “I’m a….monster hunter. That’s what this axe is for..to kill monsters.” The figure said as he slowly places the axe against the door of my closet. “M-monster? Here?” I asked while slowly retreating into my blanket and the strange man nods. “Now don’t worry, I’m here to kill’em. Now go back to sleep…and if you hear anything, that would be me killing the monsters, OK?” the man then gives me a pat on the head while ruffling my hair. I went back to sleep..and the man left and true to what he said, there were yelling out in the night but I ignored it and fell asleep.
The next morning, a police officer woke me up and I saw my neighbors in the house, one of them gave me a hug and said “It’s going to be OK”. I asked what happened…and then I saw it. My parents…both of them dead as they were hacked by an axe. Tears streamed on my face as one of the police officers took me away from the house. As I was sitting in the car, I noticed a piece of paper in my pajama shirt pocket. It was a note that said “I took care of the monsters for you…signed, your friendly monster hunter.”
“You know that killing them in the past wouldn’t change your past, right?” said my partner as I emerged from the time machine. “Yes…but I at least saved him from the monsters from ruining his life as they did mine.” I said as I put the axe away. “He might be scarred from that, you know” my partner continued but I responded “Better scarred from that…then be scarred by my parents.”
Summary: Ivar is acting distant and since two days he forces you to sleep aside him in the bed. The burden of his mood and silence start to push on you. Until you one day wake up to see Ragnar sitting on a chair … and he has a question for his youngest son. Words: 1736
Since two days he forced you to sleep every night aside him … you
hardly slept. Sometimes you layed awake for hours, listening to his steady breathes. And when he came looking for you with his hand you tried to get as far away
from it as possible. Sometimes it worked, other times he waked and pulled you
closer again, so he could wrap his arm around you, resting his head against
your arm or chest. You thought you would get just to it but you didn’t. Every
night again you were afraid of what he would ask of you. Ivar had changed the
last two days, he kept you in that little cabin and you weren’t allowed to go
out, not even to follow him to the great hall for dinner. So half the day you
did hardly something, all that spare time you used to think of possible things
he could ask you, or forced you to do. But every time he came inside he said
hardly a thing, kept his distant and looked troubled. You didn’t know why. Were
you worried about him, no … maybe a little. He held his sarcastic comments for
himself and barly looked at you. It was kind of a relief but you also knew that
what he asked you, you had to do immidiatly. His mood, you didn’t challenged it, you
obayed. At some points he was better like this, he hardly asked something and
when he asked something it was all with that bottled up anger. So you just were as quiet as he was and you runned for him if he asked something. The only thing
he asked was to sleep beside him, so you did. You didn’t dare to ask wath was
on his mind, you just leaved him be, for the sake of your own life.
When you waked, you felt the heat of his body against your back. But
that wasn’t the only thing that really troubled you. There was a sent in the
cabin, the sent of sea air, salt, it was a distinct sent that wasn’t supposed to
be here. You layed quite the distant away from the sea, why was it like you
just laid aside it? You lifter your head, trying to get away from under Ivar
his arm when your noticed a movement. You
turned your head over your shoulder and like the little stupid girl Ivar
thought you were you started yelling when you saw a man sitting on a chair aside
the door. Ivar was within seconds awake, grabbing his axe and really … he pointed
it at your throat. ‘Are you really that stupid.’ He hissed. You saw him almost
thinking about chopping your head of with that thing. The cold blade leaved you
no room to swallow. ‘Sorry, Ivar.’ You reacted scared. He groaned and pulled
his axe away, turning towards the man you were yelling about. ‘Father.’ He
murmured. You watched to the man, Ragnar? You weren’t that good awake to notice
it immidiatly. The last time you saw him he gave you to Ivar. His beard was
twice that long, his eyes piercing yours. ‘Y/n?’ He smiled amused almost. You
didn’t knew what to say, it was only after you felt Ivar watching you that you
reacted. ‘King Rangar.’ You nodded polite, looking at Ivar to get some further
instructions. ‘She is your wife now?’ He asked his son. You just could hold
your jaw from dropping down. ‘By all the gods no father, she just keeps me warm
at night.’ The sarcastic tone in his voice brought Ragnar his eyebrowns up, he
looked back at you again. ‘I see.’ He reacted swiftly. You pulled your dress
over your head and got as fast out of that bed as you could. ‘Can I offer you
something?’ You asked Ragnar, not that you had much here to offer. ‘Keep your mouth shut
Y/n. Father why are you here?’ He asked angry. It didn’t take you long to paste the pieces together, his mood came from his father. Ragnar must have been back
for a couple of days now, that why he was all bottled up in anger, crawling in
his own thoughts. ‘I wanted to ask you something.’ Rangar began. Normally you
would help Ivar get dressed but his movements were so harsh and uncontrolled
that you were a little afraid for the effects of that. He didn’t commanded you
to so you stayed put aside the window. ‘Oh, and now you ask! After begging with
my brothers you have no other choise than ask a cripple.’ He spitted on the
ground before his father. Ragnar was rather amused by it, not intimidated by
his youngest son. ‘You can’t see it like that.’ ‘How do I have to see it than?’
Ivar asked, his lip a little curled in a mean grinn. ‘You can go Y/n, it is
best that your aren’t here for the consequences.’ Ragnar smiled towards you.
What was he going to ask? But as you just to you turned you head towards Ivar
and Rangar was quite impressed by the obedience you showed. ‘Go.’ He nodded
towards the door, not even looking at you. You rushed out, ran the way through
the village until you found enough people around you to just breath for a
moment. You were out and you hoped you didn’t have to go in again for a while.
Ragnar his arrival back at Kattegat changed quite a bit to be honest, more restless. The
dock laid full of ships, ready for departure. You found Margrethe with some
other girls and go stood beside her. ‘Y/n, I thought,’ ‘I’m fine, what is
happening?’ You asked while looking over all the vikings and their ships. ‘Björn
is leaving for a raid beyond Paris.’ She explained. You looked at queen Aslaug
who kissed her son on the forehead. ‘Hvitserk will go to?’ You asked softly,
Margrethe nodded. You watched how the boats slowly started to sail away,
leaving a whole lot of woman and childeren behind in Kattegat. When everybody
returned to his work you and Margrethe kept standing there, gazing at the
horizon. ‘Why is Rangar back?’ You asked carefully. Margrethe turned around and
the both of you started walking, slower that usual. ‘He wants to go to Engeland
again, Ubbe told me.’ She said while watching Ubbe who walked aside his mother,
like the good son he was. ‘And they don’t want to?’ ‘No, Ubbe and Sigurd want
to stay here for queen Aslaug and Hvitserk promised his brother already to sail to Paris. So
that only leaves Ivar,’ her voice fadded and she looked at you with concerned
eyes. ‘I hope he would.’ You whispered. All those years Ivar imprisoned you. It
wasn’t always that bad but you were just a toy to him. The tense you had felt
past days and weeks started to burden you heavily. So he going on a raid with
his father wouldn’t be a bad thing. ‘Is it that bad?’ ‘No,’ You began, sighed a
little before continuing. ‘last couple of days were just so unpredictable and I’m
just so tired.’ You closed your eyes trying to get some peace in to your head. ‘I
pray for you Y/n.’
And Margrethe her prayers helped. ‘I’m leaving with my father.’ He announched
the next morning. You looked away from the window, turning your body towards
Ivar who sat on the egde of the bed, pulling his legs together with a belt. ‘When
do you leave?’ You asked softly, not intending to do harm with those words but
clearly Ivar thought different of that. ‘Is that the only thing you have to say
about it?’ ‘I thought it would be,’ ‘I thought about taking you with me but
on the other hand you just can stay here keeping an eye on my brothers and
mother.’ He intterupted you. Why did you need to do that? It was clearly
visable on your face because he asked you with a finger to come closer. You
swallowed and walked over to him, he pulled you beside him on the bed, his
fingers wrapped around you elbow just hard enough it felt uncomfortable. ‘I
will leave for some time, maybe I don’t come back. Until somebody says otherwise
you stay here. You are still my slave, same rules.’ He made the situation
clear, you noded without looking at him, you looked towards your hand who layed
in your lap. He laid his fingers under your chin and pulled your head around so
you had to face him. ‘Understand?’ ‘Yes Ivar, I won’t go away.’ You promised
him. He studied your face a smiled a little arrogant, pulling your face towards
him and placing his lips against yours, pushing his tongue in between, taking
dominance like always. When he pulled back you were a little dazzled, rested
your forehead against his shoulder. ‘Maybe I will miss you.’ He thought out
loud. You slowly looked up to him, in to the blue eyes who could be so
wonderfull if he wasn’t angry all the time. ‘Be carefull Ivar.’ You whispered,
trying to smile a little before you got back up. Would you miss him …
That feeling came as you saw the boats laying while a bunch of men
putted some food on board. Ragnar had gattered men who weren’t really fit for
battle anymore, but he took them with him, because he had nobody else. You
stood aside Margrethe and Ubbe, Aslaug aside him when Ivar came, on crutches.
He could hardly hold his body up but he did, placing the one before the other.
Offcourse it went wrong where everybody could see it. You felt compassion in
that moment when he fell on the ground. You wanted to help but you saw that
Aslaug held Ubbe back and Margrethe did the same with you. You closed your
eyes, not wanting the see Ivar suffer under his own disability. He crawled
further, eyes as tempered as the sea, confident so strong as always. You
changed looks with him, you were the only one he looked at before he turned to
his father. There was some weird knot in your stomach, bad feeling. ‘Come back
home.’ You hardly whispered out loud for yourself to hear. And while they
sailed away you looked at his boat until it was to small to recognized and they dissapeared on the horizon. Yes, you would miss him.
Quick Summary: Bendy, having been living in the human world for the past 30 years, received a note from his creator, and is lured back to his once home. But what will he find there? And will he ever leave again?
Ahhh will be at AX this weekend with some new things, and taking on sire commissions at table D04 with @owl-ati@ryuuseikuma@devil-ink & @sugarmint-dreams It’s our first time so I hope everything goes smoothly, I can’t wait to see everyone there!!! :D
Short opinion: You know, Jake, the whole I’m-the-leader-I-don’t-feel-pain thing stops being cute right around the time your entire team ends up LITERALLY up shit creek without a paddle because you didn’t think to mention you had the flu before leaving for the field trip into the sewage system.
This is one of those Animorphs books that has it all: humor, nakama, horror, action, medical mystery, romance, interpersonal drama, suspense, and heart. If I ever figure out how K.A. Applegate does it in 150 pages or less without feeling rushed, I’ll die happy.
Seriously, there are so many really excellent emotional notes in this book. I especially love how well it handles the empathic misery we feel for Ax being sick while a million miles away from his mom and dad, and for Jake throwing up on the floor of a burning building because he can’t even keep it together long enough to get home. Maybe it’s “just” the flu, but it’s also the last thing these poor kids need in their lives right now. We also get a lot of awesome light moments, especially in the opening sequence with the school dance—I’m right with Cates that that scene of Rachel inviting Cassie to the spring fling on Jake’s behalf, and then accepting Jake’s offer on Cassie’s behalf, is one of the sweetest and funniest in the whole series. Add to that Ax getting more female attention than any of the guys who are actually interested in human females, the kids’ adorkably clumsy attempts to herd Chapman away from Ax, and the running motif of Rachel fighting off Cassie’s competition for Jake, and this sequence is utterly heartwarming.
It’s also interesting that this book delineates the hierarchy of the Animorphs’ internal power structure more clearly than any other novel in the series. We already know that when Jake’s out of town (or floating around dead in the Delaware River) leadership defaults to Rachel, and that when Rachel’s in charge then Marco is going to be the most likely to challenge her. However, this time around we get to see Marco briefly leading the team after Rachel falls ill—and then when Marco falls ill in turn, Cassie and Tobias spend several minutes passing responsibility back and forth like a hot potato until eventually Cassie’s left holding the ball by simple virtue of Tobias being sick.
The plot of this story interweaves two simple problems (Aftran’s about to get executed, and Ax has the flu) and their infinite complications (everyone else has the flu, no one knows whether to trust Illim, Cassie doesn’t have a way into the yeerk pool, the kids get lost as eels, leadership keeps changing hands, Ax needs a brain surgeon, Cassie’s dad might find Ax at any moment…) in a way that feels logical but also surprising. This plot is rich, complex, action-packed, and heavy on Cassie doing everything that makes Cassie awesome: reading people, caring for sick friends, trusting yeerks, finding unique solutions to problems, operating well alone, PERFORMING BRAIN SURGERY, sticking by her own morals, and pooping on robots.
Speaking of characterization, I’m pretty sure that this book’s place in the series is no accident; its four immediate sequels (#30, #31, #32, #33) are about how various Animorphs do when fighting on their own. Under those circumstances, we get to see how each of them copes when unable to rely on the rest of the team for guidance and assistance. In #33 Tobias discovers wells of inner strength he never knew he had: from his hawk instincts, from his human friends, and from his andalite ancestry. In #32 Rachel flails around for a while but also gets herself together (pun intended) long enough to defeat Visser Three using her various strengths as a warrior. In #31 Jake fails epically at coping with his own family conflict and would probably end up getting his friends and family killed and/or infested if Cassie and Marco didn’t go behind his back to save him from himself. In #30 Marco goes a liiiitttle off the rails but still succeeds in keeping Visser One from exposing them all…
And in #29, Cassie excels.
When she doesn’t have to worry about deciding what the rest of the team thinks, Cassie really does turn into a “one-woman army,” for better or for worse (#54). Her decisions when acting alone aren’t always the best (falling asleep while in morph, anyone? How about that little incident with a certain controller and a certain morphing cube?) but she also gets shit done. She doesn’t stop and wonder whether she should ask for help, she doesn’t spend so much time doubting herself that she takes unnecessary risks (*cough* Jake *cough*), and she doesn’t feel the need to justify herself to anyone. In this book, she handles Tobias’s bout of flu and the Animorphs’ complex alliance with the Yeerk Peace Movement and Aftran’s rescue and Ax’s appendicitis of the brain and morphing a yeerk and controlling not one but two humans and Aftran’s near-death from kandrona starvation all on her own. No offense to the other little cinnamon buns, but Cassie’s just about the only one capable of that kind of decisive action without backup. Because that’s the thing about Cassie: she hates risking anyone else’s life, but she’s perfectly comfortable with risking her own (#4, MM1).
It’s also striking that Cassie spends maybe more time going on missions alone than anyone else on the team. At quick count, #19, #29, #43, #44, MM1, #39, and #34 all involve Cassie going on missions partially or entirely without her team. No one else has that kind of track record for operating alone, not even Tobias with his heavy reliance on personal independence. Cassie not only does just fine without backup, she also doesn’t rely on the team for decision-making the same way that the others do. Rachel and Marco need their friends for moral guidance, Ax and Tobias need them for decisiveness, and Jake needs them for personal affirmation.
Cassie doesn’t need them at all.
All six of the kids are more-or-less codependent by the middle of the series, this is true. However, there’s also a reason that Cassie survives the war more intact than anyone else on her team, and that’s because she never loses sight of who she is. Cassie’s identity is more about her ability to look herself in the eye and still like herself than it is about appearing to be a good person (Rachel, Ax, Jake) or a tough independent one (Marco, Tobias) before the rest of her friends. That refusal to consider what the rest of the team thinks if she has a definitive opinion is her greatest weakness in addition to being her greatest strength (#19 and #50 especially both feature her nearly getting her entire team killed with short-sighted decisions) but it is the quality that enables her not just to survive the war, but to thrive after it ends. This book feels like foreshadowing for #54 in a lot of ways: the others drop off one by one, but when Cassie becomes the Last Woman Standing she gets by just fine on her own.
You Look At Me Differently-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader Part 2
Summary: After finding out that they are engaged to each other, best friends (Y/N) and Ubbe find that this has put a massive strain on their relationship. Ubbe is adamant that he wants to marry Margrethe instead but he cannot have his way.
Characters: Ubbe Ragnarsson x Reader, Ragnarssons x Reader (platonic), Aslaug Sigurdsdottir x Reader (platonic)
Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
Warnings: Some swearing, arguing
Dawn was breaking as I entered Kattegat. Light spread across the village, casting away the shadows of the night; if only it could cast away my pain. It was still cold, I hugged the shawl tighter around me. After Ubbe had left in the night, I had cried myself to sleep, my dress and the position I was laying in making it a very uncomfortable night. Thankfully no one was out yet, I was trying to make my way to my room without anyone seeing me.
“Sneaking back in? And where were you last night?” I heard Ivar’s voice coming from the blacksmith’s stall. He was sharpening his axe.
I ignored him, something I usually didn’t do. Although Ubbe and I were probably the closest of the group, Ivar had a soft spot in my heart. His brothers constantly teased him about being a cripple, something he couldn’t help. Even though I could not speak about everything with him, we were still good friends.
I heard is body crawl towards me.“You are ignoring me. What is wrong?”
“It is none of your concern.”
“This is about your engagement, isn’t it? I thought you would be happy.”
“That’s the problem, I’m the only one who is glad about it.”
“Do not be jealous or worry about Margrethe, she is just a slave girl, a casual fuck. Ubbe will forget about her.”
“I thought he would but he proved me wrong last night. I honestly don’t know what to do.”
“He has to do this, mother said so.”
“She may be in charge of Kattegat but she does not control his heart! I may as well runaway to avoid the embarrassment.”
He grabbed the end of my skirts, stopping me due to his upper body strength. Ivar’s face looked very angry.“Listen to me, Ubbe is an idiot! He does not understand that this isn’t just about him or you, it’s about uniting two kingdoms so that we may defeat any enemies that come our way.” His grip loosened, a smirk now on his face.“Besides, if he still refuses, you can just marry me.”
I tried not to but I gave into my laughter. He never showed kindness around others, only to me and his mother. We heard some people coming out of their houses, getting ready for the day ahead.
“Go, you look like you need to rest.” he suggested before going back to the blacksmith’s.
It was rare that Ivar was so sympathetic. As he left me by myself, I scurried towards my room, avoiding people and their confused gazes. They would never usually see the princess out at this time. Finally reaching home, a genuine smile started to stretch on my face until I heard his voice.
“(Y/N), I thought you weren’t returning so soon?” he nonchalantly said, crossing his arms and leaning against my door.
“Please Ubbe, let me pass.” I begged, about to cry by just seeing him.
He shrugged, standing up straight. My hand had only just turned the door handle when he harshly whispered in my ear.
“Just know that I will find a way around this.”
I was in shock as he walked away. Ubbe had never acted like this. If course he had expressed his dissatisfaction but this was just cruel now, he knew it was hurting me. Escaping to my room at long last, I threw myself on the bed, curling up and clutching the pillow as some sort of comfort. This was too much. I was going to try and be strong but I didn’t think I could anymore. How was I supposed to marry him if he was to act like this?
A few days passed after that, Ubbe had not said anything about the marriage. Everyone was surprised by this, there was no more talk of not going through with this. I had not talked to anyone, or at least talked a lot ever since the announcement. Aslaug knew of my discomfort with it all but wouldn’t call it off. My father was to arriveI next week for the ceremony, a big event I was very scared about.
Ubbe’s brothers were trying to help me through all this. They saw how their oldest sibling was acting and were as confused as I was. I had decided to escape from the wedding planning, walking down to the small river within the woods to get some peace. Sitting beside it and spreading my skirts around me, I took a deep breath. Wedding planning was stressful in itself, having to do it all with someone who now despised you was even harder. The soothing sounds of the running water along with the occasional noise from animals inhabiting the area calmed me down. My eyes remained closed for a while until I heard someone approaching; subtly reaching into my boot, I pulled out a knife, preparing myself from an attack. It was too noisy to be an animal, it had to be human. I heard it behind me, I whipped around, slitting a knee and making the person fall to the floor. They let out a cry of pain before I knew who they were.
“Ubbe! Ubbe, I’m so sorry.” I panicked as I saw him clutching one of his knees, though I had not cause major damage.
“It’s alright, it’s just a scratch.” he hissed.
I backed away from him.“Sorry.”
I sat back down in my previous spot. There was no telling what he was going to say so there was no point trying to make conversation. I waited for him to say something horrible to knock me down or go on about how gorgeous Margrethe was looking today. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him sit beside me, also taking in the view.
“Such a lovely place to relax.” he commented.
“Do you find yourself here often?”
“Sometimes.” I mumbled.
“Please speak to me.”
“Why should I after all the things you said to me?”
“We are soon to be married.”
“Not according to you. Go fuck Magrethe’s brains out, if she even has one.”
I could see him tense at that.“I have come to a realisation.”
“No, what you’ve come to realise is that you cannot get out of this. We’re stuck in matrimony whether you like it or not.” I stood up, smoothing down my skirts.
Ubbe leapt up too, stopping me from going anywhere.“Yes we are both in this meaning we need to come to a compromise-”
I scoffed.“A compromise?! Let me guess, you want Margrethe as a mistress? Unlikely!”
“What would it matter if she was!? You heard my mother, we font have to love each other!”
“No, no, no, that’s the point I’ve been trying to make! I confessed to you not so long ago and you left….just left me to wallow in sadness at the thought of someone not loving me back.”
“Someone will love you.”
“And why can’t that be you? You don’t see it do you?” I decided to test him.“Be truthful, do you love Margrethe?”
His eyes widened, a if he had gone mad.“You already know the answer to that.”
“That’s what I thought.” I stated before barging past him
Here I was again, training with the princes. As always they were bickering over something stupid, acting like children. Why was I here?
Because there was no more need for wedding planning.
Pulling my bow back, I let go of it, watching the arrow drive into the centre of the target. There were four other arrows surrounding it, I hadn’t missed yet. This should have made me happy, I was getting better. Before I could even look away, Hvitserk and Sigurd’s voices got louder, trying to outboast each other because each thought they were the best warrior. I had had enough.
“SHUT UP THE PAIR OF YOU!” I screamed, throwing my bow harshly to the floor.
They were both startled by my sudden tantrum, I had been so quiet over the past week. Ivar also froze, looking between us all.
“Day in and day out it’s just arguments between all of you. You’re the sons of Ragnar, you should be united and strong, not acting like children fighting over a toy!” my voice was still loud though not like before.
They hated to be told off, especially from me. They found it humiliating, especially when it was in public. But I could see Sigurd’s anger rise too.
“Just because the wedding was called off doesn’t mean you have to take out your anger on us.” he knew that it would cut deep.
Before I could say anything back or storm away, an axe flew straight past Sigurd, missing his nose by a few inches, hitting the tree beside him. Even more furious, Sigurd looked to his baby brother who was dragging himself to us. Hvitserk knew to stay out of this, slightly backing away.
Ivar sat next to my feet.“How dare you say such things to (Y/N). You, Sigurd, even said last night that our older brother was an idiot. He has thrown away a perfect wife and a chance to unite two kingdoms. He cannot think straight with that slave girl waving her tits in his face.”
Sigurd lowered his head.
“It is our brother who is in the wrong, not her. Apologise.”
I could see he was slightly enjoying this a bit too much but I wasn’t going to stop him.
“I am sorry (Y/N), truly. Our brother should be marrying you.”
I sighed.“It’s alright.”
They went back to fighting each other, wanting to get away from the awkward silence left afterwards. I smiled down at Ivar.
“Thanks again. You always know how to make me happy.”
He looked up with a smirk soon with a twinkle in his eyes.“Anything for you. Looks like you’ll be marrying me after all.”
The Sacred World: Mod Zebra’s Analysis of the Trailer
Is anyone else hyped for more Magvel in Heroes?! I sure am!!
I was so close to placing my bets IntSys not even doing a Magvel banner, because they would. But I’ve been gladly proven wrong, and what’s been revealed in the banner thus far have a lot of ties to the original game! Let’s take a look.
Request: OMG IM
LOVING YOUR UBBE SERIES! If you’re still taking requests can you maybe write
another Ubbe x reader fic? where he always gives the reader hickies? Like if
he’s jealous or if he just wants to tease/distract her, or whenever he’s had a
rough day and needs comfort etc. Sorry if that’s a bit vague hahA. Thank you
kindly 💕 Summary: Helping Ubbe forget a terrible day is one of your favorit things to do. But he leaves his marks and you drunk father find one on your throat. So he drags you all the way back to the great hall to challenge Ubbe and offcourse Hvtiserk. Because both brothers give a great deal about you. Words: 1676
You gasped by the force you were smacked against the wooden wall of the
shed, in a good way. He placed his lips on the lower of you throat. He held
your leg up aside his body, pressing you more against the wall while his hand stroke
over your leg, under your skirt. You moaned when you felt his body so close to
your. ‘Ubbe stop it.’ You laughed when you felt how his lips sucked against
your throat. It didn’t hurt but it would leave a ferm mark afterwards. He
pulled back, looking down you throat before meeting your eyes. ‘To late.’ He
said with that boyish grinn of accomplishment on his face. You cupped his face
and pulled his lips back to yours. He let go of you leg, traveling his hand up
over your clothes squeezing your breast. ‘Was it such a bad day?’ You asked out
of breath by the desire he runs through your body. He rested his hands on both
sides of your hips, leaning his forehead against yours. ‘Arwfull. Mother is
always complaining and Ivar had one of his moods again.’ ‘Ivar always has those
moods.’ You corrected him with a loving voice, placing a kiss against his cheek
before you looked back to him. ‘I’m here, for whatever you need me to.’ You
said playfull. He hummed approvingly, his lips lingering just over yours. ‘What
should I do without you?’ He asked. You caressed his cheecks kissing him
slowly, gently. ‘I don’t know, you never will find out either. But I need to go
Ubbe, my father needs me.’ You whispered. He opened his eyes and looked at,
slowly nodding. He said you goodbye, with a kiss you hardly could withstand.
‘Come back as soon as you can.’ ‘Thank you for this,’ You pointed to the mark
his lips left on your throat. ‘It’s so you wont forget me.’ He winked. Walking
you out of the shed you both hidded in. ‘I could never forget you Ubbe
Ragnarsson.’ You twirled around you own body and walked away with that
lingering feeling down in your stomach.
You and your father lived on the egde of Kattegat. When you arrived
home he wasn’t there so you walked out to fresh yourself up, splashing some
water into your face you looked to your own reflexion. You pulled the colar of
your clothes a little down and looked to the mark stained in your skin. You
smiled, still feeling every place he touched you on your body. ‘What is that.’
Your father jerked you away from the water, holding tight of your neck in the
back while he looked to your throat. ‘Nothing, father, please.’ You tried to
pull away from him but he hold on fermly. ‘You’re hurting me.’ You hissed. He
wasn’t the old kind of guy you could easily push away. He was for years one of
the raidingscompanions of Ragnar Lothbrok, Ragnar leaving Kattegat changed him
completly. He drank to much, picked fights and he certainly didn’t approved of
you hanging around boys. So he didn’t know about you and Ubbe … or Hvitserk
from time to time. ‘Who is it?’ He asked, a breath of ale coming your way when
he spoke. ‘Father, please let go of me!’ You shouted, kicking your hand against
his chest. He let go of your neck, holding you on your wrist instead. You
stroke your hand over your neck and looked back at him. ‘You’re drunk, go in and
sleep it off.’ You pointed inside. People started looking and you felt ashamed.
You tried to get your wrist loose from his grip, planning on running of the
first change you got. ‘Not before you tell me who did that. Was it one of
Ragnar his sons?’ He asked, knowing of the repurtation they brought around. You
frooze for a moment, he saw it hand spitted on the ground, pulling you with
him. ‘Father no!’ You started begging. ‘I’m gonna learn that boy a lesson.’ He didn’t
even knew witch boy it was. But the humiliation of the moment, you felt so
ashamed in the way he treated you. He pulled you the whole way to the great
hall, halfway you started to stop protesting because everybody was already
watching you. So you walked head down, angry after him unil before the great
hall. Your wrist hurted like hell, it would leave more visual marks than those
from Ubbe. ‘Please father, let’s go back home.’ You said on a softer voice,
hoping it would calm him down. ‘Boys!’ He yelled. You went to stood before him,
pushing against his chest in the hope he would move his drunk ass back home.
‘Y/n?’ You turned around to Ubbe. ‘Please go back in.’ You begged him. Your
father grabbed you with your hair, showing your throat for everybody to see.
‘Do you touch my daughter?’ He asked angry. He hurted you, pulling your head so
much back. And you saw nothing good in Ubbe his eyes either. By all the gods,
why were you hanging around those boys.
‘Let her go.’ Ubbe said on a calm voice. Your father let loose of your
hair and you looked aside to him, begging hem to go back home, tears already
welling up in your eyes. ‘You’re a shame for this village!’ You father spitted
out. ‘Father please, I love him, he takes better care of me than you ever did.’ You
tried. But Ubbe was already close enough. Despite his anger his touch was soft,
trying to pull you away from your father. But he still holded your wrist. ‘Let
her go.’ Ubbe repeated himself, his hand resting on his sword. Your father
looked down to it. ‘You want to fight me?’ ‘What is going on brother?’ Hvitserk
asked walking out. Oh god, not him to. Hvitserk looked from Ubbe to you and to
your father who holded your wrist. He came the few stairs off and right at the
three of you. ‘Hvitserk,’ But to late. You father let go of you and lashed out
to Hvitserk, kicking him right in the face. Ubbe pulled you away from your
father and drew his sword. You ran around him and crouched down aside Hvitserk.
‘You alright?’ You asked concerned. ‘Nothing some love can’t fix.’ ‘This isn’t
funny Hvitserk.’ You reacted in despair. ‘No, let me help my brother.’ He
placed a kiss on your cheek and hurried up. You stood up and turned around,
one drunk viking against to younger less experienced vikings. ‘What is going
on?’ A voice sneaked the shivers down your spine. You looked over your shoulder
to Aslaug who stood aside Sigurd in the doorway of the great hall. ‘Nothing
mother, go back inside. We are defending the honor of a girl.’ Hvitserk said.
‘Nobody is defending the honor of nobody.’ Aslaug reacted with a stern voice. She
trew you a sharp look before she turned to the man, your father. ‘Please, leave
my sons be.’ She asked him rather nicely. Nobody took it on with Aslaug, she
wasn’t maybe a shieldmaiden like Lagertha was but she had quite the power of
intimidation. You father took a step back, lowering his axe. ‘They stay away
from my daughter.’ He hissed. Aslaug nodded and your father walked away, not
looking over his shoulder towards you. He didn’t took the direction home, he
went right back for ale. ‘You heared what the man said, leave her alone.’
Aslaug warned them, but mostly she warned you. You looked down to your wrist,
his marks bleu printed on your skin. You started walking in the opposit
direction of your father angry of what happened. Angry that you had a father like that.
It didn’t took him long, to come after you. You where gazing over the
water when his hands sneaked around you from behind, turning you concerned back
to him. ‘Y/n, you alright?’ He asked. ‘Do I see like I look alright Ubbe.’ You
reacted angry. He pulled you closer in an embrace. You let your head rest
against his chest, feeling his chin resting on your head brought you a little
peace back. ‘Did he hurt you?’ He asked after a little while. You pulled back,
looked up to him and shook you head. ‘I can handle it.’ ‘It didn’t look like it
Y/n.’ He protested softly. You sighned and let your head rest back against his
chest. ‘He was drunk. That’s all.’ You whispered. Ubbe laid his hand against
your cheek and looked down on you. ‘You can stay at our place.’ ‘Can’t, your mother doesn’t want you to be around me.’ ‘My mother has nothing to say.’ Like
he wanted to prove you that he placed his lips on yours. You stroke his jawline
and pulled back. ‘Stay. Hvitserk will
come to.’ ‘The both of you?’ You asked a little confused. ‘Can’t make
your day good on my own after that.’ He said, stroking his hands over your
back. You relaxed again. He strangled his fingers through yours and noticed
your wrist ‘Y/n.’ ‘It’s nothing.’ You protested. ‘The next time you leave me
something to remember, do it lower.’ You smiled while biting your lip a little.
‘Is that an invitation?’ He asked. You shook your head and pushed against his
chest. Ubbe started walking, his arm protective over your shoulder. You felt
safe, secure. But on the way over to his home you looked for your father but he
was nowhere to be found. You walked in before him and looked to Hvitserk who
was eating … again. ‘You alright love?’ He asks concerned. Ubbe let loose of you
and you walked over to Hvitserk who looked to your wrist. ‘It is alright. You
both are way to concern.’ You smiled to the both of them. Hvitserk placed a
kiss against the inside of your wrist. ‘Nothing a little love can’t fix.’ You
repeated his earlier words. ‘Whatever you want love.’ Hvitserk reacted, giving
his brother a promessing look while saying it …
If can make it a series, have some ideas. Depends if you want it or not. <3 This was a lot of Ubbe love in one day, gosh I love those boys!