idk if this will get any notes

  • me, reading fluff: toes curling, biting lower lip, softly whimpering, has to stop every few minutes to scream internally
  • me, reading smut: nothing. literally nothing. could be reading it over sunday breakfast with family
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maybe we can make our life a story. so, marry me grace violet blood. 

so what’s about my otps-

everything is fine about my otps 

absolutely perfectly fine

my children are alive and together

they are..h-happy!

i love them and a little bit dying inside

(fuck you kisimoto)

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Representation matters: my six favourite black female fictional lawyers.

  • Clair Huxtable (The Cosby Show)
  • Maxine Shaw (Living Single)
  • Joan Clayton (Girlfriends)
  • Jessica Pearson (Suits)
  • Olivia Pope (Scandal)
  • Annalise Keating (How to Get Away With Murder)
Try Not To (Jungkook x Reader Fluff/Slight Smut)

Summary: “Try not to get nervous.”

(( Note: another story for the youngest member who stands on top. In this one I more so like the bickering than the actual ‘fluff’ or ‘smut’ which is so so so mild I warn you. So, idk about this one at all :(( Either way, I hope you all enoy! ))


Could you have taken any longer, holy fuck.

It was a far late into a chilly Sunday night and you were standing outside your friend’s door clutching your tote bag against your chest and curling your toes against the rubber soles of your not-so-appropriate flip flops you when sporting. A combination of that plus a thin cardigan and pajama shorts were definitely not the greatest outfit choice when in this close-to-frozen mid-February weather. In your defense, it wouldn’t have been as horrifyingly cold as it was if it weren’t for Jeon Jungkook who took his sweet as time answering the door.

Fifteen minutes to be exact.

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Trans headcanons for hogwarts

-Hermione Granger isn’t able to get into the first year dorm on her first night and spends the night crying until George Weasley comes down to the commons to see her.
-He explains in a soft tone that he understands how she’s feeling and together they go knocking on McGonnagall’s bedroom door because she needs somewhere to sleep dammit.
-McGonnagall apologizes to the young girl right away and it takes the rest of the night to get the girl’s dorm to accept her.
-Hannah Abbott and Hermione form a secret group for transgirls and occasionally they have a meet up with George’s transboy group. They all have secret badges.
-The next year they’re ready for any new trans kids and the two groups merged together so its just the SOTANGS(society of trans and nongender specifics). -When Lockheart refers to George as a she all hell breaks loose. The fanclub of Lockheart grows to near nonexistent by the time the dueling club is started up.
-Colin Creevey comes out to SOTANGS when someone steals his hormone blockers.
-The person receives hell and is shunned by the entire school for the rest of the year.
-They don’t come back the next year.
-Speaking of year three, SOTANGS is growing larger and they need to find a new classroom.
-Colin discovers the Room of Wishes Granted, as he calls it
-The room gives everything from pamphlets to stuffing and binders, packers and tucking underwear.
-George starts testosterone therapy at the end of the year
-Year four has SOTANGS gaining honorary members from dumstrang and beaubaxton.
-A GSA is created and Cedric and Cho come out as bi and ace, respectively.
-Luna stumbles into a SOTANGS meeting after hearing about it from Ginny.
-Susan Bones becomes Stanley Bones and later starts a drag club.
-Charlie bursts in one day in full drag but like, as a dragon. Dragon Shows
-Viktor Krum shows Hermione a spell to help her enlarge her breasts over the summer.
-Year Five has SOTANGS and the DA basically being the same thing except Harry is fucking oblivious.
-Umbridge misgenders a third year and has them write “i am a boy, i am doing this for attention” with a blood quill. George develops a skin cream that helps heal scar wounds, one that will later become the basis for top surgery scar removal.
-Harry is literally so oblivious, honestly bless him.
-I hate Umbridge and she steals kids trans gear -Basically Umbridge deserved death
-Painful death
6th year is when Hermione starts HRT and Ron finds out, he literally looks at hermione and just *shrugs*
-“okay still a girl though yeah?” -ron
-WWW has all trans things needed(including magical binders for guys that had larger breasts)
-Lavender misgenders Hermione and George in the same breath and Ginny fucking decks her
-Slughorn just not giving a shit and properly addresses everyone
-Draco figures out he’s gay because he tried kissing Pansy and that was gross but holy shit Blaise.
-Blaise basically wins over the entire school with how hot they are
**HC AUTHOR NOTE**
Please skip this section if abuse and torture trigger you. I’m not joking, in case you haven’t noticed the Carrow twins are fucking horrible and they’re about to get worse. -any SOTANGS kids who didn’t go to Hogwarts this year had it easy
-all HRT and T was confiscated
-binders/tuckers/packers/stuffers(idk what transgirls call them someone send help) were burned
-if anyone was caught using the “wrong”(see: misgendering assholes) pronouns was tortured for an hour
-most moved into the room of requirement(wishes granted) pretty quickly
- the carrows did a lot of horrible shit
-one kid died because the carrows tortured him for a full day
-kids were ordered to report if someone used the “wrong pronouns”
-that actually happened only once.
-Due to the war, George didn’t get to have top surgery while Fred was alive.
-Colin never got to be in his perfect body.
-Over half of SOTANGS was lost.
-But the group continues and merges with the GSA.
-Teddy and Victorie head the group as the androgynous duo.
-Roman comes to his mother two weeks before he’s due to start school and asks her mom to call her Rose.
-Everyone accepts the change without a big fuss.
-Rose is still her Uncle Percy’s favorite, much to Ron’s dismay.

Don’t Say Anything (End)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just fucking fluff my dude. We need fluff after this emotional rollercoaster DSA put us through. Also warning if you don’t support having a kid before getting married I guess? Fun fact: My parents aren’t married at all but they’ve been together for 18 years (crazy, I’m 17) and my momma had me when she was 19. Idk why I’m telling you this alright goodbye

A/N: Why do I always put an authors note even when it isn’t necessary? It’s a mystery to me. Anywaysssss It’s over! Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this series, I hope you absolutely loved it! Heartbreaking fics is what I do best I guess. Alrighty well finish reading this shit and tell me what ya this overall :)

9 years later

Bucky wakes up to the sound of giggling and the smell of bacon being cooked. He let out a grunt and stretched, looking over and checking the time on his clock. 9:15 AM. With a huff (because quite honestly, he didn’t want to get out of bed) he stood up and immediately saw the papers sticking to his metal arm by the help of some magnets. He smiled, taking them off and looking them over. There were 2.

One of the papers had ‘I love you daddy’ written on it with hearts while the other had a stick figure drawing of 5 people all smiling. This made Bucky smile even more, knowing exactly who pinned the papers to his arm. He pulled the magnets off and walked downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen where he saw you and his three kids.

Your first child was named Rosalyn. Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. She wasn’t necessarily a mistake - god no - but she was unplanned. You and Bucky had only been dating for 3 years when you got pregnant with Rosalyn. It was a surprise for both of you. Her middle name, obviously named after Bucky’s mother. You remember his reaction when you suggested it.

After many long hours in labor, you had finally given birth to a beautiful baby girl. You were sat up on the bed, pen in hand as you filled out the form the nurse had passed on to you. You and Bucky had agreed on the name Rosalyn but when you came across ‘middle name’ you turned to the super soldier who was in the middle of doing skin-to-skin with your little bundle of joy.

“Buck.” you say softly. His blue eyes find yours and he smiles. “We never discussed a middle name.”

He pouted, looking down at his daughter who was sleeping soundly in his arms. “Hmm.. Delilah? What do you like?”

Your eyes go down to your daughter and you smile before locking eyes with Bucky. “How about Winnifred?”

The ex assassin’s eyes soften and gloss over with tears at the mention of his mothers name. “Really?”

“Yes, really. It’s a beautiful name.” you nod.

Bucky sniffled, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “It is.” his eyes travel down to the baby. “Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. I love it.”


Your second child was named Olive Natalia Barnes. You had her a year into yours and Bucky’s marriage. She was a stubborn little thing; didn’t want to come out so the doctor had to induce your labor. Olive was a little sassy thing (I mean for Pete’s sake she rolled her eyes at Bucky!). She reminded you of Natasha, hence her middle name. Upon hearing the news about Olive’s middle name, the red head cried. A lot.

The doctor finally let you have visitors but only two at a time and the first two people through that door were Steve and Natasha. They made their way to the foot of the hospital bed and smiled at you.

“Hey Y/N,” Steve was the first to speak. “How’re you feeling?”

You give him a smile. “Sore, but I’ll manage.”

The blonde chuckles before moving over to his best friend leaving Natasha who had migrated beside you.

“You look like shit.” the red head comments and you laugh.

“Thanks Nat, just what I needed.”

“Hey, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tell the truth?” you laugh again. “When can you go home?”

“They want me to stay one more day.” you respond and Natasha nods.

“Seems reasonable.” her eyes drift over to Olive who was wide awake. “And who’s this little one?” she cooed.

You smile. “This is Olive.” you carefully hand her over to Natasha.

“What, no middle or last name mom and dad?” she joked, keeping her eyes on the baby.

You look over at Bucky who smirked and that’s just what you needed before you turned back to Natasha. “Natalia. Olive Natalia Barnes.”

Her eyes snap up to meet yours, flickering between you and Bucky. “Oh my god.”

Her eyes fill with tears as she starred down at your baby girl.

“Do you like it?” Bucky questioned when all you could hear was her crying.

“Buck and I think it suits her. She rolled her eyes at him earlier. Reminded me of you.” you add with a smile, watching the two bond.

Natasha lets out a laugh and wipes away her tears. “I love it.” she says. Olive wraps her tiny hand around Nat’s finger. “I love it so much.”


Your last and final child was named Steven Christopher Barnes. You had him four years into your marriage. Bucky chose his name; naming him after his best friend. In all the years you’ve known Steve, you’ve never seen him cry. That was until the day Bucky told him what his nephews name was.

The doctor allowed visitors two at a time, just like last time with Olive. Again, Natasha and Steve were the first two to come in. Bucky was holding your son, rocking him back and forth in his arms.

“Alright, kid number three, let’s get this show on the road.” Nat joked as she sat in the extra chair beside you.

You lean your head back and smile.

“How was it? The birth, I mean.” Steve asked as he stood next to Bucky.

“God, by far the easiest.” you respond causing both Natasha and Steve to laugh. “He just slipped right out like a waterslide.” you imitated a waterslide with your hands and mouth and Bucky chuckled.

“Wow really?” the red head questioned.

“Mhm. They told me to push, I did and he was out like that.” you snap.

“Wow..” she murmured. “Oh hey are you fine… down there?”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well with Rose you… ripped… down there and then Olive did the same thing. Did it happen this time?” she questioned.

“Nat, do you see how big my son is?” you gesture over to Bucky. Steven has been your smallest child - in a healthy way of course, he was perfectly healthy.

“Ah, okay, I’m taking that as a no.” she nods.

The two men chuckle and you advert your eyes over to them.

“What’s the little guy’s name?” Steve questioned, peering down at your son.

“Do you want to hold him?” Bucky asked as he stood up.

“Yeah, of course.” the blonde nods. Bucky passes Steven to his friend who cradles the little bundle safely.

Bucky smiles at the sight. “His name’s Steven. Steven Christopher Barnes.”

When the super soldier looked up, his eyes were threatened with tears. “You named him after me?”

“Yeah. You’re the most caring, inspiring, brave, kind-hearted person I know and I only hope my son will turn out like you. You’re a good man, Steve. I’m proud to call you my best friend.” Bucky tells him.

Steve lets out a small sob as he gently hands Steven over to you before engulfing his best friend in a tight hug. “Thank you, Buck.” he cried into the brunettes shoulder. “I love it.”


“What are you lovely ladies doing?” he asked playfully. Steven makes a noise from his highchair. “Oh, and gentleman.”

“We’re helping mommy with breakfast!” your six year old, Rosalyn replied with a smile.

“Daddy, daddy! Did you see my drawing?” your four year old, Olive asked, jumping off the chair she was sitting in and running over to Bucky.

He squats down to her level. “I did and I loved it, doodles.”

Olive smiled and wrapped her arms around her father. Bucky calls her doodles because she loves to draw. He picks her up in his arms before striding over to the fridge. Using the two magnets, he pins the papers to the fridge before making his way over to you.

“Morning baby.” he spoke.

“Morning.” you look at him and smile only for Bucky to capture your lips in a kiss. Rosalyn and Olive let out strings of ‘ew’ and Bucky pulls away, chuckling.

“What are you saying ‘ew’ to?” he questioned, holding Olive tightly as he rounded the counter to Rosalyn.

“You and mommy kissed.” Rosalyn scrunched up her nose.

“What’s wrong with kissing?” he was now standing in front of her.

“It’s nasty!” Olive cuts in and Rosalyn nods in agreement.

Bucky smirked. “Oh really? So how would you feel if I.. kissed you!” he grabs Rosalyn and began peppering kisses on both her and Olive. They laughed, trying to get away from him but of course failed. He didn’t let them go until one year old Steven shouted ‘daddy’.

Moving away from the girls, he walked over to Steven who sat in his highchair, eating. “What? Why’re you yelling at me?”

The toddler giggles and raises his arms in the air, making grabbing motions.

“You want up?” Bucky asked and Steven nods. “Well too bad. Eat your food.”

Bucky turns away but looks over his shoulder only to see Steven’s lip quivering, getting ready to cry. He immediately turns back to his son and kneels down. “Oh no baby I was just kidding, come here.”

He lifts Steven out of his highchair and cradles him to his chest as he swayed back and forth.

You put the last piece of bacon on a plate before taking it over to the table, passing Bucky and Steven. After setting the plate down, you turn to your husband and son. “Oh my baby, what happened amorcito?” you coo and Steven lifts his head off of Bucky’s shoulder to look at you. He’s pouting, lip quivering even though he was perfectly fine when Bucky picked him up. “Is daddy being mean?”

The one year old nods and you softly run your fingers through his hair with a pout. Bucky rubs Steven’s back and kisses his cheek. “I’m sorry, bug.”

After a minute or two, Bucky puts Steven back in his highchair before sitting down as well, ready to eat.


You and your family make it to Tony’s new and improved Stark Tower (Tony’s request). Upon entering the living room, you see that everyone was already there.

“Hey.” you greet first, Steven in your arms while Bucky held Rosalyn and Olive’s hands.

They all turn their heads towards you and smile. “Hey guys.”

“Auntie Nat!” Olive shouted, pulling her hand from Bucky’s and running over to Natasha.

“Hey doodles, what’s crackin’?” the red head placed Olive on her lap.

“The bones of my enemies.” the four year old responds and you shake your head.

“Ah, I’ve taught you well.” Natasha high fives her.

Rosalyn slips away from Bucky’s grasp and makes her way over to Wanda and Vision.

“Hi aunt Wanda.” Rosalyn smiled.

“Hey Rose.” Wanda grinned, making room for the six year old to sit.

“Hi Vis.” Rosalyn waved.

Vision nods his head. “Hello, Rosalyn.”

Rose gets comfy. “Can you tell me about outer space?”

“Why yes,” he smiled. “What would you like to know?”

You tear your gaze away from the two when Steve comes towards you, arms outstretched. “Gimme.”

You smile, handing him Steven who hugs Steve tightly. “Hey buddy.” he chuckled. You watch him walk back to Sam and Clint and you scoff.

“The asshole didn’t even say hi to me. No ‘how’re you doing’ or ‘hi Y/N - Nothing!” you say.

Bucky chuckled. “He’s attached at the hip with Steven. Those two are hard to separate.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Tell me about it.”

At that moment, Bruce walks up to the two of you, a water bottle in hand. “Hey guys.”

“Bruce! You’re back!” Bucky exclaimed, hugging the doctor.

“Yeah, I’m back.” he laughed as they pulled away.

“For good?” you question.

Bruce smiles, knowing why you’re asking. “Yeah, for good.” he then turns to look at Natasha who was busy with Olive. “It’s about time I stop running away from the good things in my life.”

You grin and Bruce turns back to you. “Anyways I should get going, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t called me-”

“Bruce!” Tony’s voice cut off the doctor.

Bruce chuckled. “I spoke too soon. See you guys later.” and with that, he disappeared into the backyard.

Bucky set the diaper bag down near the wall just as Thor walked up to you. “James, Y/N!”

“Thor!” you shout, wrapping your arms around him. He gives you a bone crushing hug. Literally. He cracked your back.

“How is everything? The kids?” he asked.

“Everything’s good, the kids are good.” you nod over to where they are.

“And the baby..” he trails off.

“Steven.” you nod.

“Ah, you named him Steven.”

You let out a laugh. “Thor, I was not going to name him what you suggested.”

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, a thing he usually does for no reason.

Thor touches his chest dramatically. “What’s wrong with Asgardian Warrior Barnes?”

“Everything!” you chuckle.

“It would have been perfect for him. He could have been a warrior for Asgard.” he responds.

“Uncle Thor!” the voice of Olive rips through the air.

“Yes, my green Olive-” Thor turns around with a smile but it is immediately wiped away when he sees Olive holding his hammer with no struggle at all. Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on her.

“Uncle Tony tripped over your hammer so I brought it to you.” she smiled, lifting it up. Thor takes it.

“Right.. Uh…” he clears his throat, looking around the room at everyone who was watching. “Thank you Olive.”

She nods and walks back to Natasha while everyone pondered what just happened. Four year old Olive just picked up Thor’s hammer. Holy fuck.

“Right…” Thor says again. “I’m just gonna… go see if Tony needs help.”

And he was gone. Sam was the first to break the silence, laughing his ass off. “Hey Bucky, your kid is worthy.”

“Can it, Sam.” Bucky chuckled and just like that, everything was back to normal. You look around the room, frowning when you don’t see Pietro even though you knew he was away on a solo mission. You missed your best friend.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby doll?” Bucky questioned.

“Pietro.” you sighed. “I miss him.”

“I know baby,” he sighed, kissing your forehead. “He’ll be back next week.”

“I know.” you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let out a deep sigh, watching your kids smile and laugh with your friends. It was a wonderful sight.

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky murmured softly and you pull away slightly, enough to look at him.

“Yeah?”

The brunette smiled. “Thank you,” he says. “For giving me a chance all those years ago. For marrying me. For giving me three beautiful children. Thank you.”

It’s your turn to smile. “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he responds and your lips meet in a kiss. “And maybe we can get Nat or Steve to watch the kids tonight so we can…” he trails off while his thumbs rubs circles on your side.

“How long has it been since we’ve had sex?” you question.

“Six months.”

You groan before looking around. Olive was with Natasha, Rosalyn was listening to Vision talk about outer space and Steve was sitting on the floor with Steven and Sam, Legos sprawled out before them. You look back at Bucky.

“Who says we have to wait till tonight?” you smirk.

“Are you suggesting we-”

“Yup.” you nod. “My old room is upstairs and I know for a fact that it’s empty.”

“Naughty, naughty.” the soldier smirked before glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Let’s go.” and with a squeeze to your hip, the two of you enter the elevator.

Some things never change.


A/N: I don’t know if you guys read my end-of-the-chapter authors notes but if you do holy fUck this was 2617 words and it’s 5:39 AM and I’ve watched Wreck-It Ralph a total of 5 times while writing this. Anyways it’s the end! Tell me what ya think!

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anonymous asked:

I died. What would have happened if Viktor stayed and ordered room service instead of leaving to get coffee?

Would Yuuri have stayed to talk to Viktor after their first night together if Viktor had still been there when he woke up or asked him to stay when he brought coffee/tea?

thank you for the new chapter! it was a delight to read! good luck with exams!!! theyre hell but im sure youll do well!! and im also kind of curious do you have any idea on how the story wouldve turned out had victor gotten back before yuuri woke up/ordered room service/left a gosh dang note?

How would things have gone if the morning after instead of running out for coffee Viktor had stayed in the room and idk been a complete irredeemable sap and admired Yuuri’s sleeping face or sth until Yuuri woke up?

FUCK. FUCK. that last chapter was WAY more painful than i thought it would be. kaz please tell me what would have happened if yuuri HADN’T waken up and victor was able to get the drinks back and talk to yuuri after??? would everything be a LOT better??? would things still be the same in the long run???? would things have gotten worse???? PLEASE TELL ME

I’m not blaming Viktor - but how different would things have been if he didn’t go out to get coffee? I feel like that was kind of a bone-headed move on Viktor’s part. “Hey, this guy always interprets what I do TOTALLY WRONG AND FOR THE WORST so I’m just going to risk letting him wake up alone in my room. That’s going to go over great…” I mean… I would have probably read it like Yuuri did to be fair. Leave a note! Something! Great as always tho. :) If I didn’t know it ended well, I’d be dead.


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If Viktor hadn’t gone out for coffee/had slept in longer then they would have talked. The idea behind the coffee/tea was he wanted some kind of peace offering and goodwill gesture to start the whole conversation on the right tone. But just like with the waltzing the night before, he thinks of an idea and just runs with it, without really thinking it all the way through. So it was a good plan but he got excited and was in a rush and almost left the hotel room without his wallet which also meant that he completely forgot about leaving a note. And then Yuuri took it as a sign that Viktor expected him to leave/wanted him gone and by the time Viktor got back he was feeling awkward and embarrassed and very stuck in the mindset that Viktor must not want him there anymore. Which, to be fair on him, is quite reasonable if after (what he was assuming was) a one night stand you wake up alone with no note. 

If Viktor hadn’t left he wouldn’t have had the desire to just rush out, he was actually being kind of affectionate and cuddly the night before after they finished. He still would have felt a lot of animosity towards Viktor but his walls would be a lot less guarded and if Viktor had asked, just like in chapter 12, there would be no way for him to avoid the conversation. So he would end up telling Viktor then and there why he hates him so much and the whole story would be very different  

Request: Idk if you’re doing requests but I absolutely loved your recent Ivar imagine, and was wondering if you do one for Ivar and His pregnant wife.. any type of plot, It would be awesome! :) 

Note: This is probably the biggest pile of fluff I have ever produced. Well, sometimes a bit of fluff doesn’t hurt, does it?

This is also for @ivarthebonelessx to entertain her while she is on bedrest. Get well soon, hun!

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As you entered the great hall you heard the clatter of wood on wood. A warm smile appeared on your face at the sight that met you. Ivar was sitting on the floor in front of his throne, playing with your son.  And for these two playing of course meant sword fighting. They were armed with wooden swords and Ivar grinned at his son’s concentrated face and his serious attempts to wield the weapon that was almost as long as he was tall.

“Good. Keep going, Sigtrygg.” Ivar encouraged him. “Legs a little more apart. It gives you a better stand. You will need it when you use a real sword and behead your first enemy.”

You shock your head but chuckled. “He is three years old, Ivar. Don’t you think it’s a little early to behead enemies?”

“It is never too early to learn important things and he picks up on that stuff real quick. One day he’ll become the greatest warrior the world has ever seen.” He replied, eyes full of pride.

“Of course he will, he is your son after all.”

You took the time to watch them a little bit longer, enjoying one of these rare moments of pure happiness with your family. Soon enough you and Ivar would have to go back to reigning a kingdom, fighting battles and keeping your people save. But for tonight it was just the three of you, everyone else had left the great hall.

Well, the four of us, you thought, placing a hand on your round belly.

You sighed. It had been a long day and your back was hurting, but now you felt your body relax, all the tension of a stressful day leaving you while you watched your husband and your son. Ivar seemed to be enjoying the time as well. The perpetual tautness had left his face and he looked calm and relaxed. You were probably the only one who had ever seen him like this, his guard completely let down while he played with his son. In moments like this you almost couldn’t believe that he was Ivar the Boneless, the most ruthless of all Viking leaders, feared by everyone around the known world.

“That is enough for today.” Ivar exclaimed. “It is time for you to go to bed, little man.”

Ivar crawled over to the table to take a sip from his ale.

“Father, why can’t you walk like all the other men?” Sigtrygg asked, curiously eying his father.

You saw a shadow cross Ivar’s face, his jaw clenched. You desperately thought of something to say but Ivar was faster to react.

He reached out his hand for his son. “Come here.” Sigtrygg went over to him and Ivar pulled him into his lap. “The gods wanted to test me. They wanted to see if I could still achieve great things and prove myself worthy.”

“You are our king. For sure the gods favour you.”

“It appears that they do.” Ivar said and scuffled his son’s hair. “Now of to bed with you.”

You quietly let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You had feared this moment. You had feared that thinking his son didn’t see him as perfect would open a wound that you knew had never fully healed. But now you saw that the love for his son was stronger than any feeling of shame or hurt could ever be. You gave your husband a loving smile.

“He is way too smart for his age.” Ivar said, shaking his head.

You smiled. “I will go and tell him goodnight.”

You found your son already in bed and pulled the furs up to his chin.

“Mother, when can I go on raids with you and father?”

You chuckled. He really was his father’s son, never wasting any time. “When you can beat your father in a fight you can come with us.”

He scowled. “That is not fair. How can I ever beat father? No one can do that.”

You smiled. “Then you better keep on training. Now sleep. You can become a mighty warrior tomorrow.”

You gave your son a kiss and blew out the candles.


You found Ivar sitting on your bed, back resting against the wall.

“He worships you like a god, you know?” You said, sitting down on the bed and taking off your boots.

“What is a god without his goddess?” Ivar said jokingly and pulled you to him.

You rested your head against his shoulder and he placed his hand on your belly, slowly rubbing circles.

“How long does it still take?”

“I’m not sure. Six or eight weeks, maybe more.”

“I hope it is a girl this time.”

You looked at him in surprise. “I thought men always want sons.”

“We do. But I already have a son and I’m sure we’ll have more sons in the future. And I can’t help imagine how it would be to have a daughter.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “She’d be strong and beautiful, just like her mother.”

“Well, we’ll have to wait and see.”

“It will be a girl, I tell you.” He said, yawning.

“If you say so.” You snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes.

“I can’t wait to meet my daughter.” He mumbled, already half asleep.