Summary: Waking up in a shed confused you in the first few minutes, especially when they dragged in Ivar to. Your first attempt on a escapes fails when you come in contact with the warrior Lord Bishop. Not knowing his plans Ivar takes it up himself to flirt his way out with a servant, something that got you over the top jealous.
Warnings: Blood - Violence
Words: 2504

Update Tag: @ivars-heathen-army @skeletoresinthebasement @samantha24015

When you waked there was that distinct smell of hay, horse shit and goats. The light shining down on you was so bright you needed to close your eyes as soon as you opened them a little. While your eyes got used to the light you tried to feel your own body. Except for the small headache you felt nothing else on your body. You opened your eyes and looked to the strains of hay covering the wooden floor. There was a goat looking at you, chewing his hay like it was the most normal thing you laid there. You wrists, the same for your feet, were tied up. You pushed up on your fists until you sat on your knees, groaning about how stiff you felt. That goat was still looking at you and you rolled your eyes, turning so you sat against the pole you were tied around. You started to look around, from that maniac looking goat to the ceiling of the shed and the window where the sun shined through. The first question that popped up in your head was what you were doing in a shed. If you focused your hearing to the surrounding you heard only the typical sounds of farmers life. So you were in a village, or a farm, not in some kingdom with a king that wanted to bargain you against your brothers for their safety. That brought a lot of question up and by the looks of it those would be answered really soon. The shed door went open and a girl stepped in, slim body, long dark hair, a little shy maybe. She carried a bowl of water and placed it on a safe distant, pushing it over. ‘How long have I been here?’ You asked, not knowing how long you were unconscious to begin with. She looked up to you, her eyes traveling to the door.
‘Little less than a day.’ She answered. A man stepped in, or rather a priest.
‘Keeping me tied up won’t save your lives you know.’ I said rather calm, not to her but to the priest standing in the doorway. He nodded with his head to the girl and she walked fast out, head down. You frowned your eyebrows before looking back to him.
‘God will show you the way soon enough.’ He made a gesture with his hands before he left again. As soon as that door felt shut you reached for the bowl, not planning on drinking the poisonous water you tried to pour it over the roped holding your wrist together. Maybe the water could make it a little more slippery to get your hands free. But you didn’t had that kind of luck so you started to pull the rope in frustration. The goat walked back, sipping from the water before walking off to the hay again. That animal annoyed you.

You startled awake from struggling sounds outside the shed. Shadows danced under the door only for you to guess what was going on. It didn’t took them long before the shed door flew open. The goat ran away to the corner while two firm man dragged a body in and not just any body. ‘Brother.’ You hustled up when they dropped him down on the floor. Ivar grunted, the anger consuming his always intensely blue eyes. They tied him up not far from you. Your eyes traveled over their clothes, the dagger the one the closed to you wore. Your eyes connected with your twin brother and it was like plans were laid out before you got even captured. He kicked his head against the one who was tying him up while you swept the legs from the other underneath his body with yours. You didn’t had much space but you managed to get him closer, grabbing for his knife with your both tied up hands before killing him with his own weapon. The other one managed to get loose from Ivar his grip and ran.
‘Hurry up sister.’ Ivar hissed while you cut through the ropes around your wrists and legs. You ran over to him, released him before he wrapped his arms around your neck. You lifted him on your back, walking over to the exit. ‘Good to see you are unharmed.’ Ivar noticed.
‘Why are you even here Ivar.’
‘Looking for you, what else.’
‘It got you captured.’
‘Maybe it was the plan all along.’ He whispered in your ear. You walked out, only to be surrounded by the same kind of firm man that captured you and Ivar.
‘You got a plan now?’ You asked between clenched teeth. There were a lot of priests among them.
‘This is holly ground you are standing up, unworthy people can’t leave this place.’ A man announced. You turned and looked to the man, clearly the head of this village.
‘Well, we aren’t exactly believers.’ You fired sarcastic back.
‘I’m the Lord Bishop.’ He introduced himself. A lord Bishop with a sword and an armor? ‘I fight Gods war.’ He followed the confusion in your eyes.
‘I think we need to overthink this sister.’
‘You’re kidding me.’ You hissed back.
‘Get them back in the shed.’ He commanded, looking at you like you were some kind of a pray.
‘What are we doing here?’ You asked, knowing Ivar wasn’t really the type to ask questions.
‘Doing God’s work.’ The bishop smiled before the pulled Ivar from your back and restraining you again. Great.

‘Did you tell our brothers where you were looking for me?’ You asked, looking to the goat who was studying your brother for a change. Stupid question to ask, he shook his head. ‘So you just took off?’
‘I was following your trail.’ He nodded, looking fierce back to the goat, like they held some kind of staring competition.
‘Did Aella suffer?’
‘Yes, Björn blood eagled him.’ When the both of you at each other a dark smile came across the both of your lips. It was good to know the king suffered a painful dead. It was a shame you weren’t there to witness it all. The shed door cracked open and you turned your head to look at that girl again, with the same bowl of water like before.
‘I need to attend your head wound.’ She said with a soft shy voice towards Ivar.
‘Touch him and you die.’ You fired right back. She hesitated on her spot, not wanting to come closer because of your warning.
‘Sister please, let her come closer.’ Ivar interrupted you, giving the girl the kind of gaze that would dismantle her. She shoved over to him, crouching down. Her eyes traveled over his legs and you felt something snap inside. ‘Y/n.’ Ivar warned you. You looked away from her to him, teeth clenched together because somebody else … in your eyes an enemy was touching your brother. Since what Margrethe did you couldn’t stand it if woman looked at his legs and wondered if he could perform like normal man did. The girl cleaned his small head wound and you looked how Ivar looked up at her with those piercing blue eyes. ‘Tell me, what is the meaning of this village?’ He asked her. His fingers touched hardly noticeable her ribs, the girl tensed and you tensed with her.
‘They practice the word of God here.’ She said on a soft voice.
‘And you’re a slave?’
‘A servant yes.’ She forced a smile on her lips you hardly could call a smile. Ivar his fingers touched those ribs again a soft lingering till the last one, you felt it almost yourself.
‘You don’t want to be here.’ He guessed. The girl pulled away, soaking her fabrics back in the bowl of water.
‘I was a prisoner once to. The Lord Bishop forced his apprentices to certain kind of things.’ Her eyes traveled over to you and you knew immediately what she was talking about, sexual things. Your eyes traveled back to Ivar.
‘I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.’ He said to you.
‘He has plans for the both of you.’
‘Why should I trust you.’ You hissed softly. The girl looked back to Ivar, her finger trailed over his wound, checking if it was all good. But before she could say something else a priest appeared again. The girl stood up, giving Ivar a secretly soft smile before she walked back out, head down. The priest followed her again and you looked back to your brother. ‘Are you flirting?’
‘Yes, I’m flirting our way out of here. You better give it an effort to.’ He reacted sarcastic.
‘For all we know she sides with the enemy.’ You pointed out, not that you could do much pointing with your hands tied together.
‘Look at her, she is soft. You are just jealous because I have an effect on her.’ The smile he gave you was one out of amusement. You didn’t answer, just looked away to the goat again. It was like that animal was spotting the both of you. You looked down to the ground, glad with the silence. Ivar moved his body, came as close to you as his restrains let him. ‘Y/n.’ You looked over to him, his eyes where comforting, calm and steadiness that tempered your inner rage a little.
‘I’m here for you. The thought of losing my sister who’s always so close by my side made it almost unbearable.’  He followed. You moved your body closer to his, your hands didn’t cooperate; the only thing that got close enough was your face.
‘Thanks for coming.’ You smiled softly.
‘You’re my life, offcourse I come.’ He contacted his forehead with yours and you smiled at the sight of his blue eyes so close by. ‘Now, can you trust me to get her around my finger enough so she would set us free?’ He asked. You pulled back and gave him a stern look, he chuckled while you got back to your pole.
‘Don’t fall in love.’
‘I already am sister.’ He reacted nonchalant. You jerked your head around and looked at him. ‘With you.’ He chuckled.
‘Funny.’ You said with a smile, looking back to the goat who laid down, chewing his hay while looking between the two of you. ‘You know what I’m gonna do first when I get free?’ You asked him.
 ‘Killing the goat? Yes, me to.’ He read your thoughts. You started chuckling, happy that you got locked up with him, nothing others mattered really.

The next day they pulled you and Ivar out of the shed into some kind of a market square. Only there weren’t any traders and it was surrounded with those men and priests again. They released you from your restrains and you immediately went to stand aside Ivar who sat up on the ground. The Lord Bishop came between the other priests with an axe and a sword; he laid it down before your feet. ‘Let’s see how much a Viking can endure.’ He smiled. You looked down to the weapons before your looked over to your brother.
‘Fun, let’s see how much blood I can spill from your man.’ He fired right back. Your eyes traveled to the girl again, standing between the other servants, generally concerned by the looks of it. Ivar grabbed the axe and you crouched down beside him, taking the sword. ‘They try to break us.’
‘They picked the wrong children of Ragnar if they think they will break us.’ You answered him. It was you and Ivar, twins above anything else. If it came to fighting there wasn’t anything stopping you. Two armored man came in front, skilled by the looks of it. You got up smiling to them, challenging him while Ivar turned his body to take down two others. You attacked as first, jumpy and swift like you always were they had a hard time following your movements. You stabbed one it the shoulder, grabbing for is sword before you pushed him in the back with your feet. The other one kicked his fist against your chin and you looked for a new perspective for a moment. You ducked underneath his arm, sliding your sword underneath it so he groaned in pain before you killed him my stabbing him from the back right in his heart. When you looked over your shoulder to your brother he was struggling with one while the other got back up, pulling out the axe out of his chest before he dropped dead. You ran over to the one you had left, the fact that he didn’t had any weapons made it a lot easier to kill him. Ivar got his assailer from his body, the man got of grabbing for Ivar his axe. You ran over, jumped on his back and harshly grabbing his hair. Ivar kicked him in the back of his knees so he got down on his knees. You grabbed the axe and looked over to the lord Bishop before you chopped his head clear off. You hold it up to him with that dark smile.
‘You mess with the wrong girl.’ You snapped to him. The Lord Bishop only smiled, nodding to one of his men.
‘Take the cripple, let her fight alone.’ He commanded.
‘Y/n.’ Ivar warned you. You turned around to him, before looking at the four soldiers replacing the others. Four against one, they beaten you until the blood slipped out of your mouth and you hardly found the courage to breath. You killed two of them, but the two remaining did quite the damage. They let your face for what it was, undamaged before they dropped your body down in the shed again, not even doing the trouble on tying you up. ‘Sister.’ You gasped for air, forcing your eyes open to look at him. Ivar always was concerned about you but you never saw him so terrified and concerned as he now was. You placed your hand before you, pulling your body with the last of your strength over to him. When you were in reach, he pulled you on your clothes over, you hissed through the pain of some broken ribs. He pushed you over on your back and you squeezed your eyes. He laid his hand on your forehead and you opened your eyes, looking up to him. ‘You’re safe.’ He whispered. You tried to nod, closing your eyes again. ‘I will kill them for this Y/n.’ He promised you.
‘I rather have them killing me than they would do it with you.’ You hardly found the courage to say that.
‘We always disagree on that.’ He murmured. You wanted to laugh but everything hurted. He chuckled, folding his hands around yours. And it was the only thing that truly brought you some comfort, having Ivar right beside you. Those man would squeal like little pigs when you got back in strength and got out of here. That revenged already tasted so sweet on your tongue.

cherrytrinkets  asked:

Your personal drabble idea is fabulous! I would like to request one, if that's alright? My name is Enn, I am very short (5'1) with dark brown hair and green eyes! I've been meaning to write something about a first time father Ivar, but haven't been able to because ahhh feels. Thank in advance if you decide to do it=]

Hello! I hope you like this. Please enjoy <3

Originally posted by blood-and-passion

Your lovely kid was playing upon one of the furs on the floor. He was the living image of his father, the only difference his eyes. They were green, like yours were, like nature was. Ivar loved them. You were observing your little son as you were sprawled on Ivar’s lap. He was caressing your back, tracing imaginary patterns back and forth your skin.

He remembered when you went into labour.

He had been scared. You were his everything. You were his dear Enn, who had taught him what love meant, who had stood on his side on his highest and lowest. He had heard stories and knew the dangers of the situation. You had insisted that he didn’t need to worry. But after all what had happened to him, how could he believe you? Did the gods deem him worthy of happiness?

He had his answer when he held in his arms a healthy child. The warmth of the little body was already calming his soul. Your hand found his and squeezed. All suffering was gone at a stroke, joy drowning you both.

“You should rest, Enn.” He whispered.

“Promise me you will stay.”

He nested himself on the bed you were resting in, his kid between his arms. You pressed your lips on the newborn. You settled on his side and went to sleep. Ivar watched you and the child, eyelids closed, your breaths complementing each other. A sight he’d never forget.

It had not been easy to reach this peace. He wanted to take loads off you, but due to his legs it was a difficult task. He tried too hard, still the results were not visible.

You soothed his sorrows with a kiss on his temple and reassuring words.

“It’s not useless. Each effort you make is a great help, Ivar. I wished you could see.”

“I can’t even carry the child around.” He muttered in frustration.

“My dear husband… You always have the fire ready. You hunt when I can’t go to the market. And our son loved falling asleep on top of you. You don’t need to move around…”

You gave him the little child. He was moving his arms, reaching for his father’s face. Ivar poked his nose, and you giggled at the sight. The kid imitated you. The childish laugh echoing in the hut was his new favourite sound.

You hummed a song you heard from Ivar as you looked at your child.

Ivar sang the baby at nights.

He had a sweet voice. It was a big surprise, to see he still haven’t revealed everything about himself, but it made you happy to discover his little secrets one by one.

His songs talked of the gods, of the story of ancient warriors and shieldmaidens, of the magic forests where witches and trolls hid. And he had a particular song, talking about a dark haired and green eyed fairy who stole a man’s heart. You never asked him about it, but you had your suspicions.

“Isn’t our baby the most precious thing you have ever seen?” You asked.

“Yes. I don’t think anything can compare.”

You sat up and straddled him, and look at him in his blue pupils. Your fingers touched his cheek, and the baby looked curious at his parents.

“Are you sure?” You smiled.

“What do you mean?” You placed his hand on your belly. He looked at you intently, in disbelieve. Could it be possible? “Enn?”

“There might be another precious thing growing here.”

Request: I really love your fanfics ❤️ You have amazing writing skills, whenever I read your stories I always find soul and real feelings in your characters! 😊 I thought about it how Hvitserk is underestimated and maybe you can show him with a Viking Girl. She is fearless but in not a good way, she doesn’t think about consequences, but she’s so girly and cute always smiling (like sunshine Bellatrix Lestrange haha). It will be fun to see him dealing with her bc she is real troublemaker! 
Note: This one came a little on the late side, sorry dear! Will make it up to you by giving this a part two if you want? I hope I did good, the feedback is always welcome. ;-)

Words: 1934

You pushed the arrow into the crossbow, checking its tension before your crouched down, gazed aside you to the cripple who laid flat on his stomach into the grass. He challenged you, stating that a crossbow never could be that good as an normal bow. But you made that crossbow yourself, you learned a lot from your father before he ships you off to marry a prince in Kattegat. ‘That barrel.’ He pointed out. You brought the crossbow up into shooting position and looked over to the village. You were out scouting but instead you were playing around with a cripple.
‘Be amazed.’ You grinned while aiming. And when you shoot that arrow kicked into the barrel with a massive force of power. That wide grin jumped on your lips while you got up, making some victory dance for everybody to see. You weren’t the shy type, more the other way around. Your father married you off to a Ragnarsson in the hope you would learn to get some responsibilities. Well he was wrong. Your eyes traveled back to the barrel only to see the man standing aside of it, looking at you swinging around with your crossbow.
‘We are under attack!’ He yelled.
‘That was not the intention.’ You suppressed your giggling before turning around and disappearing into the woods with the cripple again. Everything was in some way a joke, even this marriage. It wasn’t even with the funny cripple to begin with; you had to do it with Hvitserk. He stood aside his brother when you and Ivar arrived.
‘You better get your weapons in order, we are about to go into a fight.’ Ivar announced.
‘What did you do now?’ Hvitserk asked you. You looked down to your shoes, or the crossbow that rested against the tip of your toes.
‘It was an accident.’ You reacted, titling your head and throwing Hvitserk an innocent seductive smile.
‘You gonna get us all killed some day.’ He shook his head, following his elder brother to prepare for a fight.
‘We needed to fight anyway, so why the delay.’ You shrugged, looking down to Ivar who chuckled and crawled himself over to the chariot. At least he saw the humor in your mistake.

You maybe act like a spoiled dangerous girl; nobody could judge you on your fighting skills. You pulled out the two half long swords out of the holders on your back and turned them around your wrist as you saw the first couple of enemies coming. There wasn’t anything more trilling than the adrenaline of a fight and Hvitserk as your husband admired that about you. He loved to see you fight just as you loved it as he played along in your little games from day to day. You started to fight, ducking, stabbing and smile like an idiot every time you got one down. After some time in marriage you learned  to anticipate into your marriage, Hvitserk had a hard time handling you but when it came on a fight you covered him as much as he defended you. So maybe this was your favorite time with him, apart for the other things he was so good at. Those thoughts caused a elbow to push through into your ribs, causing you to gaps while you fell down to the ground.
‘Y/n.’ Hvitserk called out. The axe kicked into your offender before he dropped dead and you rolled onto your stomach, looking for some air. Hvitserk ran over, taking you with your shoulders to turn you around to him again. ‘Alright?’ He asked with a little concern. You held your hand against your chest while your breathing slowly started again.
‘I didn’t knew you could be that concerned.’ You said through gasps.
‘The gods are punishing you Y/n.’ He answered. You looked up to his slightly blooded face, smiling that innocents again.
‘You rather like the punish me yourself?’ You asked, biting your lip while tilting your head.
‘We both know the answer on that.’ He pulled you up and you grabbed for your swords again. Most of the battle died, it wasn’t a hard one to begin with but Lagertha asked for a justified one and you just totally screw that one up.
‘Can you forgive me?’ You asked, slowly laying your arm over his shoulder pulling yourself closer to him. He snuggled his nose aside yours, pulling that longing trace to your ear.
‘It’s not me you need to convince.’ He whispered. You traced back to him, placing your lips on his. He held still for a moment before he kissed you with that full passion. There wasn’t any love between you and Hvitserk, there was just desire. He was your husband, your father forced you to marry him and you never wanted it. Now Hvitserk had to deal with you and in some way it was fun to do. You pulled back out of that kiss, looking up from his lips to his eyes with that little grin all over your face. But before you even could enjoy more of him because he was very enjoyable on that level, you had to finish of another assailer. You pushed Hvitserk away, wounding the men by ducking underneath his sword, slitting the back of his knees while he stumbled past you. He got on his knees and you stand aside him, clenching your fingers through his hair and pulling his head up.
‘Never mess with the cute girls.’ You whispered in his ear, looking over to Hvitserk who studied you in a way you liked it. Your sword slit his neck, closing your eyes when little splashed of blood got onto your face and he dropped dead on the ground.
‘You are so much trouble.’ Hvitserk whispered.
‘Trouble you like.’
‘On an occasion or two yes.’ He smiled charming.

Lagertha send the sons of Ragnar to this village to negotiate, she said to use no violence and yet here you stood, a whole village slaughtered down except for some good people, farmers, slaves.  Because it was to late to travel back to Kattegat Ubbe wanted to stay the night here making you in the excellent mood to make a big camp fire. As the only girl of the group everybody gazed at the way you danced around the fire, throwing another log of fire on it so the flames grew in strength. You looked up to the dark sky and laughed, enjoying this magic time for yourself. ‘Dance with me?’ You asked Hvitserk who sat aside his two other brothers. You shifted your weight from the one leg to the other, gazing at him with that tempting innocent glare.
‘I sure would if I had the legs.’ Ivar breathed out, looking at you all admiring. You drank up the last of your ale and threw your cup behind you in the fire.
‘We could do other things to.’ You suggested the cripple. Ivar his smiled darkened before Hvitserk pulled you in his direction just as you arrived at the youngest brother. You landed on his lap, giggling while you threw your hands around his neck. ‘Not eager to share husband?’ You asked gentle. His hands traveled to the small of your back, pulling you even a little closer. ‘I take that as a no.’ You whispered before placing your lips on his, trailing your fingers over his jawline and neck. That every Viking around had a clear shot on this didn’t matter for you, it only made it so much more enjoyable. Hvitserk nipped on your neck and you closed your eyes, humming on the feelings he caused. A hand traveled up over your leg underneath the dress and you opened your eyes, looking aside to Ivar who just couldn’t keep his hands home.
‘She’s mine brother.’ Hvitserk warned him. Ivar pulled back, giving you that smile you almost couldn’t resist yourself. He could be some trouble in your life you gladly would welcome. But Hvitserk wasn’t planning on sharing you so all focus got back to him. His lips traveled more down to your chest, snuggling his nose under the fabrics of your clothes. A soft moan escaped your lips.
‘If this is punishment for my disobedience I have to disobey more often.’ You whispered, pulling his braids so he looked up to you again.
‘You are right, we should stop.’
‘You can’t.’ You challenged him. When you looked aside to Ubbe he was giving you a rather angry look. ‘What is on your mind Ubbe?’ You asked him a little annoyed.
‘You have to explain this to Lagertha tomorrow.’
‘I was practicing my shooting, somebody saw it, done and done.’ You shrugged.
‘This was important, you blew it, I hope you live under the mercy of the queen.’ Ubbe reacted while standing up and walking away. You looked back to Hvitserk.
‘He is right you know.’ He softly agreed with his elder brother.
‘I can handle myself.’
‘I hope it for you.’

Lagertha was in the not slightest amused by your stunt from the day before. You stood there before her in the great hall, Astrid and Torvi loyal at her side like two watchdogs obeying her every command. You never liked that kind of a position, you were made to bend the rules, be a queen yourself. The idea crossed your mind somewhere when your father gave you away to Hvitserk but it never sat foot in your actions. Now looking to that stern face of that woman in the throne just seemed to spark that. ‘You accidently shoot an arrow and somebody saw you?’ She repeated your statement. Hvitserk stood against the wall aside Ivar who just needed to do his best not to chuckle. ‘And it caused an attack in which you had to kill everybody?’ She followed. You shrugged.
‘That covers it.’ You nodded. Lagertha rested her hand on her wrist and looked over to Hvitserk.
‘Can’t you not contain her?’ She asked him. What?
‘I’m a free woman, no need to contain that.’
‘You are a wife; it’s your duty to live up to your husband.’ Lagertha hissed softly. You lifted your chin a little up, looking to her in stubbornness. ‘Lucky for you, you are married to a son of Ragnar, otherwise I would banish you. Now I just need to find another way to punish you.’ She announced. Punishment?
‘Because there was an attack?’ You asked, spotting on the words she just said to you.
‘An attack you caused Y/n.’ Lagertha shouted, standing up from her seat. ‘Who doesn’t obey just has to feel. Take her.’ She ordered her woman. Astrid and Torvi came from their position.
‘No.’ Hvitserk jumped between you and the two of them. ‘My wife, my responsibility. I will take the punishment, whatever it is.’
‘So be it.’ Lagertha smiled softly. Before you even could register it they took Hvitserk instead of you.
‘No!’ You protested. Astrid pushed you outside after Hvitserk.
‘Go home girl.’ She commanded you.
‘What are you gonna do with him?’
‘Not of your concern is it?’ She smiled coldly, following Torvi and Hvitserk over the other path. You stood there, looking how he walked of and all you could think of was why the hell you shot that arrow. That cheerful girl inside of you died a little.
‘Nice job Y/n, really.’ Ivar hissed. You turned away and looked over to him, he was angry, just as everybody was. In that moment you realized at least two things, you cared for him and you needed to get him out.

Mom’s Viking Theory

So I had a lovely afternoon with my parents at the Denver Museum Of Nature And Science, and we saw the visiting exhibit on vikings, including the little exhibit on how viking helmets didn’t have horns on them because that’s a great way to get your helmet knocked off, and some speculation on how the myth got started (the first recorded instance is in a production of Wagner’s ring cycle, so it may be a costumer’s fault), But mom had her own theory:

“Well, they used horns to drink from, right?  They’re smart people, they knew how to seal things up and could probably make straws.  You put a horn up on each side, and you got yourself an Ancient Beer Hat- or Mead Helmet, I suppose.”

She’s going to tell our Finnish professor tomorrow.  A production might be Imminent.