The flame of a few scattered candles lit the room just barely enough to make out shapes. Most of them had already gone out through the course of the night. It had gotten so late already, yet sleep was the last thing on her mind as her knees scratched against the rough fabric underneath her and she struggled to keep her composure.
“Let me tou…” Harald began to speak, his hands moving up her legs to grab her waist and take control. She’d have none of it, “Do me a favour and shut up, husband.” Slapping away his hands, she guides them above his head and holds his wrists down. Her body moving on top of him so perfectly like they had been meant for each other from the start. One of her hands move to his hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. She licks and sucks at his pulse point vigorously, drawing out those little whimpers she has come to love and that he tries to hold back. Her hips slowly slam against his own repeatedly, his cock buried inside her. All he wants to do is push her down, throw her on her stomach and fuck her from behind so hard she won’t be able to walk for days to come. He doesn’t though. There is something about this kind of setting that turns him on even more. Her curly brown hair flowing down her chest as she moves gracefully on top of him, sweat glistening on her body. Whenever she hit an especially pleasurable point her whole body shook a little and her breasts bounce up and down. She took what he wanted from him and he didn’t complain because it was what he wanted too. A few hours ago he didn’t think he could ever be in love with someone again, now he wasn’t so sure about that anymore.
Their moans fill the room, both of them getting closer with every passing minute. He was surprised he lasted that long. She felt perfect around him, every movement of hers making his craving for the girl even worse. He groans loudly when she suddenly moves faster and he joins her by thrusting upwards with the same hard movements. She buries her head against his shoulder, out of breath and moaning loudly against his ear. It was a beautiful sight, one that he didn’t think he’d get tired of. Taking the opportunity he pulls his arms around her back, holding their bodies close together as they both let go.
Ooo can I please make a Vikings request where the Reader works as a doctor/healer for the vikings and loves her work. Bjorn falls in love with her and makes excuses to go and see her. He finally gets the courage to ask her out when he sees another guy hitting on her and gets jealous. Thank you so much!!!
Doing what you did wasn’t easy. It definitely didn’t make it any easier that you were a part of a tribe of vikings. Sure, it meant more work for you, but healing injured vikings was no simple task. They often swore and yelled at you. Some would even try to hit you because you were “only making it worse” but you knew how to defend yourself as seen that most of the ones who came to you were men.
You were the best at what you did however, so most of them just learned to suck it up and deal with it. There was one day where you had gotten the privilege to care for Bjorn Ironside, son of Ragnar Lothbrok. They had just returned from one of their ‘wars’ and that meant that your small healing spot was full. But, Ragnar had run in, half dragging his son behind him before putting Bjorn on a cot.
“You!” He pointed to you, “Help him!” You simply nodded and made your way over to his son. You couldn’t tell Ragnar no, almost no one could. You had quickly patched him up, ignoring his cursing and damning you to hell. When you finished, he was exhausted and barely conscious.
Telling Ragnar what to do if anything happened, you went and started helping someone else. You didn’t notice the look that the half awake Bjorn had sent your way though. And that was when it started.
Ever since that day, you had noticed the handsome viking coming to you more and more for different things. You had gotten to know him fairly well and even learned a bit about his family - you already knew most of what he told you, everyone did.
He had even started coming to you just to see you. There was nothing wrong, he would just follow you around as you helped others, trying to flirt with you. But you paid him no mind as you went about your business, letting him ramble on.
It wasn’t until you had someone else come in and start flirting with you that you felt uncomfortable. With Bjorn, it was normal. It was natural and part of your daily schedule. This stanger however had come in unannounced, hadn’t needed anything, and just started flirting with you. You had tried turning him down multiple times and tried to get him to go away, but he persisted.
You didn’t notice Bjorn was watching from the doorway with fury as the man continuously flirted with you. He had eventually seen enough of you trying to get him to leave and decided to take matters into his own hands.
“Leave her alone,” He said as he made himself known with a scowl on his face.
“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it? Go get your daddy?” The man shrugged of the angry look from Bjorn, but he just grabbed the man by the neck and slightly lifted him from the floor.
“What did you just say to me?” The man’s eyes widened as he shook his head.
“Nothing, I said nothing.”
“That’s what I thought. Now get out of here and leave my woman alone.” Bjorn growled through gritted teeth. The man nodded and waited to be released; when he was, he ran out of the building.
“Your woman, hm?” You questioned as he turned to face you with a flush on his face.
“I apologize if that was too far for me to say, I just knew that would make him leave.” He muttered as he looked down to his feet.
“It’s alright, I actually kind of like it,” You said as you started casually cleaning some blood off of a cot.
“Wait, really? You do not mind?” He asked with a slight smile that grew when you nodded, “Would you go out with me?”
“And do what Bjorn?” You sweetly asked. You hadn’t said no right away so he got excited and started rambling.
“Well we could go to the fields if you like nature, or we could take one of the ships out for a day, or we could eat dinner with my father and brothers, but they are a bit wild but they’d like you -” You cut him off by standing to your feet and on your toes and brushing your lips slightly against his. It was barely a kiss as he almost didn’t feel your lips but he quickly snaked his hand around your hips and grabbed your cheek with the other.
You pulled away with a smile, “I think a day on a boat would be just lovely.” He chuckled.
“Tomorrow morning?” He asked as he glanced between your eyes and your lips.
“Tomorrow morning. Before dawn.” You said before kissing him again and going back to cleaning, leaving him there a smiling mess who continued to just watch you all day in a daze.
Vikings were historically recorded trading in the far east, middle east, and into large parts of northern Africa. They set up colonies and outposts, married local women, and absorbed local customs and traditions.
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.