Request: I’ll be so glad if you do a imagine about
Hvitserk and his dark side. His love/friend/wife discovered it and she’s so
scared of him. I don’t wanna see him as a person who apologize for what he did
but a person who demand respect his choices. As I said before his dark and firm
side :) Everybody knows that you are amazing writer but I want you to tell you
that I really see passion and emotions in your stories! Keep going and stay
positive for us and yourself! Much love for me to you <3
Note: Yes, I need to do it in two parts because it would get way to long otherwise. And thanks again for those kind words there, this really means the world for me. But I said that already.
I hope this is what you had in mind with his dark side? Let me know ;-)
Freshly married, that
was what you were. Although you didn’t married out of love, it became such a
thing in the few weeks you spend with each other. And having a husband changed
a lot for you, now you were a woman rather than a girl, you needed to take care
for a home, needed to work, needed to tend a husband. And that wasn’t just any
husband, it was Hvitserk Ragnarsson. You knew him as a playful young man,
testing borders, taking adventures. He made you live a little more. Where you
used to be stuck aside your mother spinning wool after your father shaved the
sheep’s and washed the wool. Now you cocked, washed clothes, tend under the
company of other wives in the great hall. Because being married to a Ragnarsson
meant you were good enough to be around the more important men and woman of
Kattegat. Not that you felt much change for yourself, but it was nice to be in
the company of somebody else than your parents or little sister. Life was good,
Hvitserk treated you good and beside the fact you were just married for a week,
if felt that nothing really could change. You were in love, drifting above the
clouds because, in comparing with the youngest Ragnarsson, Hvitserk was kind
and generous. You never met his bad side and you were sure there wasn’t even
You turned on your side, moving the arm that laid on your stomach with you under the embrace from your arms. He moved behind you, following the light change his body had to make which for he laid closer. You enjoyed his warmth in these cold days. He snuggled his nose in the wild of your hair, resting his lips against your naked back. You smiled in your slightly wakening body, listening to his breath that warmed your skin again and again. In this way life could be forever. Nothing was so joyful as waking up aside the man you loved, the man that was gentle with you. You opened your eyes, looking down to his hand closed between yours. You placed your lips onto it, kissing the knuckles one by one. You felt him react, lips curving into a smile before he place a kiss on your back. What was there to say? Nothing, nothing could replace the feeling you got, not even words. He groaned, pressing his bare chest against your back while his lips caressed your collarbone. Waking up wasn’t his favorite time of the day but you always managed to clear him up. You softly turned on your back to your other side, looking to those deep going eyes of him. You rested your head aside him, the tip of your nose touching his. Your fingers traveled from his forehead over his cheek until you cupped half his face, placing your lips softly against his. He signed, almost out relief for you being here to make his morning a little more acceptable. His kiss was tender, slowly but deep going, you felt his fingers caress your body for you caressed his morning. You pulled back, smiling, while your forehead rested against his, your nose trailing his face.
‘Good morning.’ You whispered innocent. It was all very new for you, but he didn’t complain, not once.
‘Now it is.’ He reacted with that wide charming smile. He stretched out on his back and you rolled onto your stomach, trailing your fingers over his chest. You crossed your arm over it and let your head rest on it.
‘What are today’s plans?’ You asked on a loving voice.
‘Surviving the cold.’
‘Don’t complaining.’ You whispered. Hvitserk chuckled, pulling you tighter in his embrace, you giggled, embracing his neck before kissing him again. You really both got to get up, but there was nothing really stopping you from enjoying each other’s warmth.