“I will not marry this animal!” The chair falls back hitting the ground as you stand up, glaring at your father and everyone else around, especially your soon to be husband.
You didn’t understand why he even tried to make a deal with them, they’d never keep their word and just continue to raid your lands and slaughter your people. Worst of all, now you should be married off to one of them like some sort of peace offer. At that moment you weren’t sure anymore who disgusted you more, these north men or your own father.
You storm to the door, knocking a guard aside who tried to stop you on your way and leave the throne room.
“I think I’ll like her.” Bjorn raises his drink with a small smile while his eyes linger a moment on the swinging door you just left through.
- You scream at the door when you hear the knock from the other side of the room, “Go away father, I’m not talking to you!“
"Will you talk to me then?” Bjorn enters, unfazed by your glaring look and the way your face changes into a grimace when you see him.
“What do you want?"
"Can’t I have a private talk with my betrothed?” He smirks and you consider throwing the next best thing at him.
“I won’t marry you."
"You seem awfully opposed to the idea. Why don’t you give me chance to change your mind?"
"There’s nothing you could say that would convince me that you’re not an…"
"Animal?” He interrupts you, while leaning against the wall, his eyes not leaving you for a second.
A blush slowly creeps on your face when you realize he understood your language. At least good enough that he was able to follow the conversation you had earlier.
You take a deep breath and steady yourself before you step closer to him, “I think you should leave now."
"What? Not interested to have a talk with your dear husband?"
"You’re not my husband!” You grab him by the arm and shove him towards the door, “Don’t come back!” You yell after the door falls shut behind him.
What the hell was wrong with this guy? Did everyone bend together today just to make your day a horrible disaster? Because it sure felt like it.
- Your new Viking ‘friends’ didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving anytime soon. Even worse, your father was not backing down about the idea of you marrying Bjorn.
Wherever you went around the castle, he was there as well, staring at you with an unreadable face. Slowly, without really realizing it, you felt yourself drawn to him. At first it was more to break through his expression that made him look like he was annoyed or mad all the time. But the more you watched him as well, you noticed that he was indeed handsome. In a rugged more primal way anyway.
“Bjorn?” You had decided to go and visit him. Take an end to that damn attraction you felt. You were sure it would fade after you talked to him again and saw him up close. Surely this was just some kind of misplaced affection that came out of nowhere.
You almost dart out again, seeing Bjorn sitting in a bathtub when you enter.
Reluctantly, you stop and turn back around to face him. The water was running down his naked chest, glistening in the dim light that some candles provided. The sight didn’t help your little crush to vanish one bit, in fact it had quite the opposite effect.
“Do you want to join me?” He smiles, looking expectantly at you.
“N-no! Are you out of your mind?” You tried your best but the stuttering was still audible in your voice.
“Come here.” He waves you over and you take a seat next to him on a small chair.
He sits up in the tub a bit further and leans over the edge, closer to you. One of his hands grabs your waist the other moves gently along your collarbone and neck. Your first instinct is to pull away but his touches are so light and not demanding at all that you keep still and just stare at him. He reaches up, his mouth connecting to the places where his fingers just touched. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling for a moment.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?"
"Y-yes.” You jerk upwards, suddenly realizing what you were doing and quickly hurry to the door, vanishing in the dark corridors as fast as possible.
“She keeps doing that…” Bjorn says with a small sigh but smiles to himself afterwards.
@ivarinleatherpants wanted this after the
puppy’s and i’m always a slut for ragnarssons in any situation, especially with
animals, so here you go boo!!
yes, i did make a brandon rodgers quote.
Prompt: How would the
Ragnarssons react to you bringing a stray kitten home.
Humorously, when you first met Bjorn, you
really weren’t attracted to him. In fact, you found him a total dick when you
first met him — short answers when he would decided you were good enough
to talk too, odd looks, would always keep his distance, and it was his younger
brother Ubbe you were trying to get at. Surprisingly, one day that was shot
down when you found out the second-oldest was in a very serious relationship.
After that information, you realized quiet a few times Bjorn had tried to give
you hints that his brother was not available. Afterwards, it was shockingly the
blonde who was there in your weakness.
You had grown so close over time, and now here
you were; engaged and living in a beautiful house in the woods. Though, there
had been one little problem with the relationship you two shared. He had always
had a no inside pet rule, no matter what kind of animal it was, and you tried them
all: birds, dogs, ferrets, etc.
No, no, and no. The same answer every time. He
never grew up with pets in the house, they always stayed outside. You, on the
other hand, your house had always been close to practically being a zoo. You
tried hard, you really did, and it was now to the point you were ready to cut
So that day when he came home from work,
hauling through the front door and looking around with narrowed eyes, your head
tilted and you questioned him. His thick finger pointed at you accusingly. “I
saw the bowls outside, babe, I told you — “
“Well then,” You cleared your throat,
motioning towards the porch that he walked through, which happened to be closed
in. “You’d be happy to know that I’m actually listening to you.”
“Really?” He questioned, nodding his head
towards the corner of the kitchen. “Because I see a bag of cat food over
there, unless you slipped something in my lunch today.”
Delicate hands fell to your hips, shifting
your weight to one foot. “It’s outside, boo,” You explained to him,
feeling a little heart-broken that another one of your plans were beginning to
“And tomorrow it’s going to be inside.”
“Nuh — “
“I know you.”
Your heads both snapped towards the door,
listening to the faint meowing coming through it. Chancing a glance a him, you
saw the warning look cross his face before you took off running towards the
door. Despite the fact he tried to tackle you, you effectively made it and
threw the door open, immediately picking up the little fuzzy kitten that nuzzled
into your warm touch.
“It’s not even tomorrow yet…”
“But look at him, Bjorn!” You shouted, holding
the little squirming baby up, it’s little triangle tail wagging like a
puppy’s. “He has no mommy! He was stuck in the rain earlier!”
You watched him stand, pinching the bridge of
his nose and massaging it. The only sound that could be heard for the moment
was the kitten mewling, and his electric blue eyes were piercing into it. The
heart-break must of been obvious on your features, and it seemed this was the
last time he could take it. “If you really want — “
You screamed, bouncing up and down before
running towards him, putting the three of you into a big group hug, one that
the kitten seemed to love because it began purring and rubbing it’s head against
his neck. His arms didn’t hesitate much to wrap around you.
… It was how much he actually loved you.
It had been a hard day at work you figured,
when Ubbe came home that evening, offered you a rushed greeting and a soft kiss
to your cheek.
He practically waved you off when you tried to
stop him, trying to explain to him what had happened to you today on your way
home, but with his tired sigh, you allowed him to continue up the stairs to
take a hot shower. It was how he always relaxed at work, and you knew how
stressful his job could be, how important it was… and the fact he had to do
it every day with all four of his brothers, you could imagine how annoying that
You loved his siblings, just like they were
your own, but they fought all the time, especially Ivar and Sigurd. There was
nothing the two of them could disagree on and be salty over. So, you understood
when he would not want to talk the first hour. The first time you had prodded
had not turned out pretty, despite the fact you knew it would only rile him up
more, he had snapped at you like he would of wanted to do to his brothers all
day. Of course, he felt horrible about it later, but you understood and you
As you heard the water turn on upstairs, you went
back to sitting on the couch, sipping your warm drink, going back to enjoying
your book. Perhaps it was best to wait and tell him what you had brought home.
Grinning lightly, your thoughts wondered back
to the little puffball that was roaming around your house, probably curled up
on a bed, or sleeping in a basket of dirty clothes.
You and Ubbe had talked so many times about
getting a pet, thinking that it might be nice for you when you would be home
alone for long hours of the day. It would give you a companion, one he wouldn’t
have to worry too much about being home alone with you. One you could easier
defend yourself against if something bad were to happen. But, for some reason,
you just couldn’t find the right one to take home… and this little thing
roaming in the rain seemed perfect as it mewled at you with large eyes and
A very feminine scream erupting from upstairs
had you tossing your coffee mug in shock, watching it shatter and you glanced
up towards the stairs, your heart racing. Suddenly, it was followed by a
irritated shout of your name and you flushed, next hearing: “No, no, don’t
bite me down there!”
Tonight must of been one of those nights at
the company, Hvitserk calling you and asking you to come pick him up, he must
of been sneaking whiskey in his coffee again to keep calm. You were just glad
he never decided to drive home when he decided to do that, choosing to call you
as his DD.
Pulling up to the large building, you sat for
a few minutes, glancing at your clock every so often. Really? He always chided
you on not being late, but you could have stopped at the Taco Bell line during
dinner rush and ate a party box by now, and now a whole 30 minutes had passed.
Luckily, you had something to keep you busy.
Looking up at the sound of a car unlocking,
you watched his oldest brother Bjorn making his way towards his sleek vehicle.
The man didn’t miss you though, flashing you a smile before hoping inside,
starting up and driving away. He was probably excited to get home to Torvi and
their kids. These guys worked so much, and so hard, especially after their
father passed away. You were proud of Hvitserk for the shit he put up
Playing some tunes, you even watched Ivar roll
out of the building, but still there was no sign of your husband, and that
worried you a bit. Usually he was the second out, trying to run away from the
two youngest as quick as possible before he would have to help break up a
Ready to unbuckle, despite the soaked
squirming ball in your lap, you yelped in shock as you heard a voice through
the open passenger window: “Why is there a kitten in your lap, sugar?”
Gaining back your wits from your mini-heart
attack, your nails lightly raked through the wet fur. “Why isn’t there a
kitten in your lap, boo?”
“Because I’m standing.”
“Touche’.” Even drunk, he was still a
Jumping into the car, he shut the door and
immediately leaned his chair back so he could stretch out, arm laying across
his face. You didn’t ask, you knew if he wanted to talk about it he would. You
didn’t even bother to stop the kitten as it crawled from your lap to his, and
you heard him sigh lightly. “These are 300 dollar pants…”
If there was one thing for sure, it was that
Sigurd could not read a map to save his life. Honestly, it surprised you that
you did you made it this far without getting into an accident, or killing
anyone, with you have to take the map from him and fix it. But, his driving
made you extremely anxious from how slow he was. You encouraged safe driving,
of course, but he was like a hundred year old woman when it came to the
highway, and his turns were way too wide. He was lucky you could multi-task.
Even though the highway wasn’t too busy as it
was very early on a Saturday morning, he would still make a noise of discomfort
every time you would stare at the map for too long, to which you would make it
even worse by looking away from the road directly to glare at him. You had eyes
all around your head, damn him.
Finally on the right path, you did decide to
slow down a little bit to cruise as it was raining out, and you didn’t feel
like going head first into a tree if a deer were to run out in front of
“Oh!” Sigurd let out, causing your brows to
“What?” You questioned, glancing over at him,
noticing how he was trying to look out the back of the car at something behind
“I thought I saw a kitten — “
There was no hesitation in the way you
immediately jerked the car to the side, making a quick illegal turn in the
middle of the road, listening as he screamed at you about driving laws and
putting your lives in danger. “I have to go back!”
“It;s a highway!” He reminded you, trying to
grab at you as you swatted his hands away, trying to unbuckle and get out. “You
can’t just run across it to grab a cat!”
“That mothers adrenaline is kicking in,
Sigurd!” You yelled, literally kicking the door open and he quickly followed,
still trying to stop you before it was too late. Your yell turned into a
scream: “I can see every equation!”
Things had been surprisingly quiet that night, despite the argument you held with Ivar about an hour ago. Usually, after fighting, he would have trouble letting it go and leaving you alone, making snide remarks here and there, and you try to ignore them, but usually it ended up not working that way. It usually ended with the both of you sprawled out on the kitchen floor, completely naked and drenched in sweat, giving each other small smiles.
This time, despite the fact it was a blow-up over the smallest thing, but he was being completely selfish over the matter. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. It was just something so small, and he wouldn’t even be taking care of it anyway. It was there to keep you company when he was at work, and in the process, you had been helping it as well.
On your way back from the grocery store, you had found a little kitten in the middle of the road, shivering and looking scared for it’s life. So, you took it home, and Ivar was no happy about it at all.
Now you were sitting by yourself in the living room, busying yourself with a book and your fiance’ was distancing himself from you in the kitchen. Where the kitten was, you didn’t know. You figured it was probably checking out the house, but that thought went away when you heard something breaking in the kitchen. A feeling of dread quickly ran through you as fast as it left, knowing that he wouldn’t of done something to the animal but you were off the couch and in the kitchen in seconds, running over to it and picking it up. You noticed him watching you, as you coo’d to the little baby, looking it over to make sure it was okay, and you just barely saw his eye narrow slightly.
After making sure the little one was okay, you sat it down on the floor, far away from the broken glass and you proceeded to clean it up. Almost done with the task, you paused hearing the same noise again. Looking over your shoulder slowly, you saw Ivar with his hand out and another glass on the floor, his face dead of all emotion. “I can break things too,” He decided to remind you.
Bjarke is one of Vidar’s close friends. Bjorn is Vidar’s dad who is also a warrior veteran. Vidar is Hersir, Leading general. Angorn is either another Hersir under the Jarl Brynjolf, who is also Vidar’s jarl, or a second in command of Vidar. Not sure yet.
Angorn and Jarl Byrnwolf are developed by @mintiture :) Read her stuff, it’s awesome!
Due to an ask I got in which an anon asked how the Ragnarssons would react if their significant other says ‘I love you’ for the first time. Not mainly because they want to but like more randomly, out of the blew; ‘You’re lucky I love you’. So I just made a headcanon out of it in the way I always do it. Hope you will all like it!
Would pause his activity for a second
Only to get back to work right after
Acts like he doesn’t care
Or didn’t hear you
Especially when it is in public
When you walk away he would smile a little
It will warm him
He would take you into your arms at night
Show his gratitude for those words in private
Acting all though but melting on the inside
‘You’re lucky I love you.’ You signed. Björn was just planning on planting his axe in some wood when he heard you say that. He lost a little control the path his axe was taking down, causing it to get not even close to half away into the wood. He doesn’t look over his shoulder, to your frustrated body gathering the wood inside. He just keeps his eyes at his work, splitting the block while you walk away. He grabbs the wood, looking over his shoulder before slightly smiling, tossing the piece of wood onto the pile, feeling like he could handle everything.
Intense glare right away
Means the world to him
He would instantly believe you
He would make you blush by asking about it
Even teasing you a little
Would enjoy the reaction on your face
Pulls you into his arms
Saying it right back
Not once or twice, the whole day long
A whole lot a gazing at you for the rest of the day
‘You’re lucky I love you.’ You signed. Ubbe turned around, right away, looking at you with that intense gaze of his before tilting his head. ‘What did you say?’ He asked with a cocked up smile. You signed, trying to turn around but he grabbed your elbow. ‘Did I hear what I think I heard?’ ‘Don’t make a big deal out of it.’ You warned him. ‘You love me?’ He teased almost tenderly. You protested on him pulling you closer. ‘Maybe.’ You muttered. He wrapped his arms around your waist, cupping the side of your face. ‘Did I ever told you how much I love you?’ He asked, closing his face in. ‘No.’ ‘Well, very much.’ He smiled, placing a feather light kiss on your lips. ‘Like enormously much.’ ‘Stop it.’ ‘Not today no.’ And then he kissed you.
His face would lit up with all kinds of emotions
He would be way to proud about you
Grinning all day long
Gives you an explicit description about what he loves about you
Probably your body and cook skills first on the list
Would touch you all over
Sex … defiantly sex
After that he would probably say it back
Like all out of breath
He would play with it for days after
‘You’re lucky I love you.’ You signed. Hvitserk jerked his head around with an enormous smile on his face that would made you laugh. ‘Don’t exaggerate that.’ You warned him, knowing he always had to blew up everything you said. Hvitserk walked over to you, resting his head on your shoulder from behind. ‘You know what I love about you?’ He asked, pressing his lips against your neck while his hands slowly sneak around your waist. ‘Your cooking, I love you cooking.’ He chuckles against your neck. ‘Your smell, your soft hands, that hair,’ his fingers slide up over your stomach between your breasts. ‘Your warmth.’ He got further summing up the things he loved before turning you around to face him. Not leaving you a change to react on it, no that kiss was way better.
Sigurd Snake in the Eye
Just looking at you for a long time
Repeating it in his head over and over again
Would ask you if you where serious
Is a little insecure about it
Would question every emotion on your face
After reassurance he would smile
Being all pulled back and cute
Would touch you all lightly
Would thank you for saying it
Not even Ivar would ruin his day after that
‘You’re lucky I love you.’ You signed. ‘What?’ He asked all of the sudden, following you out of the streets to your home. You stopped, turning around to him, all melting because he looked so vulnerable for a moment. ‘I love you.’ You repeated, stroking his cheek. ‘Why?’ He asked not far after. ‘Because you are not that cursed as you think you are Sigurd.’ You reassured him, dropping the bucket down to face him. He just stood there, watching you. ‘You don’t believe me?’ You guessed. ‘It’s a little hard to,’ ‘Do I need to prove you?’ You interrupted him, pulling him inside on the strings of his tunic. He started laughing, letting you pull him inside. ‘Say it again.’ ‘I love you.’ You repeated, finally seeing that smile break open.
Ivar The Boneless
His mouth would drop open
You would totally catch him off guard
Wouldn’t know how to react in the first place
Would hide his insecurity into his cockiness
Asking you why you love him
Making a statement over his legs
Smile when you leave
Gazing a lot to, feeling accepted and happy
Making up for his first reaction afterwards
Treating you like a princess for a while (in all ways)
‘You’re lucky I love you.’ You signed. From on the edge of the bed he looked up, mouth hanging open while looking at you in disbelieve. But as soon as you looked back things changed, he got a little more distant, hiding himself behind that cocky smile, pointing up his knife. ‘You are a real idiot for loving me.’ He pointed out, sarcastic. You signed, shaking your head in the first place. ‘What is so bad about it? Can’t I love you.’ ‘You are not worthy of my love.’ ‘You say that because you don’t know how to react.’ You snapped back. He clenched his teeth and you walked over. ‘I love you, deal with it Ivar.’ You stated with a little smile, walking out before he could even protest. Ivar looked to the door, scratching his hand through his hair before smiling slightly, falling back on the bed and gazing up, smiling even more.
“I better leave now”
(WARNING: if you haven’t seen Season 4 there are spoilers!)
“Bjorn?” I called my voice carrying through the small house we called home. It was cozy and for the two of us it had been perfect. When I received no answers I wondered into the small bedroom where I found him. His head was buried into his large hands and his body shook. His broad shoulders were still wrapped in the furs from the morning and he looked like he had not moved in hours.
“Bjorn,” I called, softly this time, as if he were a bear I didn’t dare disturb. His hands fell to his lap and he clasped them together abruptly.
“What,” he spat his face lifting to look at mine, he was red with anger or maybe even sadness, and his body still shook. I started at him in shock, my mouth slightly agape.
“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to say what you came here to?” He spouted angrily again.
I shook my head trying to shake off his foulness with me,” I came to check on you. Margrethe told me what had happened.”
“Magrethe told you, what exactly did she tell you? Hmm, that my father was murdered by a man he trusted? That he was thrown in a pit of snakes, hmmm? Let me guess, she told you how long he suffered too?” He yelled, he was spitting in my face with every word, but I dared not to flinch.
“Magrethe just told me what Ivar had said,” I whispered trying not to anger him further. He shot me a glare and stood, quickly brushing past me to the petite kitchen with quick steps. I took a deep shaky breath and turned to follow him. He stood in the kitchen with his back to me, the discarded furs were draped over a chair and he had obviously knocked over a few of the many pots in the room. I stood in the doorway trying to find the words to say.
“Bjorn,” my voice barely audible.
“ WHAT!” he screamed throwing the tankard he held straight at me. I quickly moved out of its way. I felt hot tears run down my face as my body shook in fear.
“I better leave now,” I decided quickly. I rushed for the door grabbed my furs from the sitting room. I could hear his large strides behind me as I approached the door. Grasping the cold handle and yanking the door open, I almost made it out. His sturdy hand quickly slammed the door shut and his burly body trapped me face first against the door.
“(Y/N), “ Bjorn whispered against my neck.
“Yes,” I questioned back, my eyes stinging with fresh tears. His breath was heavy and hot against my skin.
“Stay,” he slumped his shoulders and backed up off of me letting me turn to face him, his hand never moved from the door. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, salty tears continued to pour as I looked up at him.
“I am sorry,” he stated, the regret clear in his face.
“It is alright,” I managed to stammer out.
“No, it is not, I scared you all because I was upset,” he retorted.
“Bjorn, you’ve just lost your father, I should have been more understanding,” I cooed my hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. The tears came slower now, no longer in fear, but for Bjorn and his brothers. I pulled him closer into an embrace, he wrapped his arms around me tightly and buried his face into my neck.
“Please stay,” he murmured against my shoulder.
“I will always stay, Bjorn. I love you.” I tightened my hold on his shoulders.
“And I love you, (Y/N).”
(Feedback is always welcome! Request are open!)
You were not inclined to share your night with either of them at this rate. Both bickering like children who had lost their toy.
"I think I’m going to see Ubbe.” Rolling your eyes, you smile when the two look up at you. The shock and irritation was written all over their faces.
Bjorn and Ivar both didn’t look very pleased with that outcome. While they tolerated each other as best as they could, adding someone else to the party was out of the question. The brothers weren’t the best of friends and you often wondered how these two managed to keep it somewhat civil. Sharing wasn’t a trait either of them possessed.
Ivar smirks while grabbing your arm to keep you from leaving, “If you’re so eager to have another man how about I fuck you in front of everyone here. I’m sure quite a few of the men in the camp would love to join in.”
You were sitting on the prairie, quietly humming as you admired the clouds above. It was a rare quiet morning and you had decided that you should escape from the boisterous village.
Your peaceful state of mind was cut short by the loud cry of a Viking galloping over. The young prince’s face was adorned by a bright smile, his chest heaving proudly. You rolled your eyes good naturally as an excited Bjorn slid off his horse and barreled towards where you.
” WE WON!!“
He picked you up easily, tossing you into the air just to catch you again. You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement and happiness even if his grip on your waist a little too tight and would probably bruise later on during the night.
” I am very proud of you, Stonehead.“ You laughed as you used one of the nicknames you had adopted when you were younger. The young prince had angered you, pestering you as you dragged Ivars cart behind you. This lead to you picking up a small stone and throwing it at his head - which honestly had no effect on him.
A loud clearing of a throat broke the two of you apart as Bjorn’s arms started to linger a little too long on your waist.
” It is good to see you too, brother.“
Bjorn’s eyes traveled to the figure that was somewhat hidden in the tall grass of the prairie.
” Ivar. “ He gave a curt nod, his cheeks suddenly turning a light pink, receiving a growl from the man laying down.
You gulped, feeling the tension between the two brothers intensify. Would it be better to step in or would you be smarter to stay out of it ?
Your lover’s lips were molded into a small snarl as he looked upon the other Viking.
The look he carries in his eyes is dangerous. Almost animalistic. He grabs your ankle and flips you over onto your stomach.
“Bjorn, lift her hips up.” Ragnar’s voice makes you look forward.
He’s resting against a pile of furs an watching you with those blue eyes. He brings his teeth into his bottom lip and you feel yourself clench just from the sight.
Bjorn lifts your hips in an upward angle just as his father instructed him and threads his fingers through your hair. You feel his erection press in between your legs.
“I know you’re eager, but don’t enter her just yet. Slide yourself between her folds. Press yourself against her clit.”
You glare at Ragnar. Does he have to be such a fucking tease all the time??
Bjorn leans down and rolls his hips so you feel the tip of his erection slides between your slick folds and nestles right under your clit. You’re already trembling and your swollen clit shoots a bolt of pleasure right to your abdomen.
You open your mouth and look right at Ragnar as a moan erupts from your throat. Ragnar is smiling ear to ear.
Preference - How they would react to you being scared of them
He could have told you that all the stories you had heard were just that. Stories. But Ivar being Ivar had his fun with you. The way you tensed and shivered when he looked at you and licked his lips was a good entertainment for when he was bored.
“Come over here for a moment.”
Your widening eyes and scared look were delightful. He’d enjoy playing with you.