This is my first try to write about anyone who isn’t Ivar. I want to try and write about other characters too. I just have to get there in tiny steps. I had to try myself with Ubbe first because he definitely is my second fav.
So for all those who have requsted stuff about Sigurd or King Harald: Hang in there! I will get there. This is the first step. Let me know what you think.
The first thing you
noticed waking up was that your head was hurting like shit, the next
was a weight on your chest that wasn’t supposed to be there. You
opened your eyes. And closed them again immediately, for the sun
shining through the window made your head explode with pain. You
groaned. Maybe last night you had gone a bit too far with the
drinking and now you were paying the price. You barely remembered
anything about the previous night. There had been a feast and heavy
drinking. You had distant memories of dancing a lot and of sitting
with Ubbe and Hvitserk, but everything that came after that was more
You kept your eyes
shut and instead reached out your hand to find out what was weighting
on your chest. Your fingers touched warm skin. Someone’s arm was
lying across your chest. You desperately searched your mind for more
memories from the previous night but came up with nothing. So you
opened your eyes a second time, very slowly this time, squinting
against the sunlight. It still hurt, but not as bad as the first
time. Also very slowly you turned your head to see who was sleeping
You saw blondish
hair peeking out from under the furs, most of it long and braided
into a long tail, some shorter and standing away in all directions.
You gasped. Shit!
You peered under the furs only to find out that you both were
completely naked. Your head dropped back into the pillow and you let
out a long sigh.
Ubbe and you had
been best friends for ages but it had always been platonic. Obviously
that had changed now, although you had no memories of it whatsoever.
To be honest this wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened
to you, but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. You knew Ubbe
had been drinking a lot as well and if he’d regret whatever
happened last night, it would definitely make things awkward. But
then, maybe he also had no memory at all. Then you could just sneak
out and with some luck he’d never find out who had shared the bed
Very carefully you
rolled out from under his arm. You stood and searched the room with
your gaze, hoping to find your dress somewhere. You spotted at least
you underdress lying in a pile of clothes on the other side of the
bed. Ignoring the nagging pain in your head, you tiptoed over and
bend down to pick it up.
You startled when
you heard a low growl behind you.
“What a nice ass.”
You slowly rose and
turned around, holding your underdress in front of you to cover your
“Are you trying to
sneak out on me?” Ubbe asked, looking at you from sleepy eyes.
blushed and shrugged. “I do not want things to become awkward
“To me last night
did not feel awkward at all.” He said with a grin.
You just stared at
him blankly, not knowing what to say.
His eyes grew wide.
“Oh Y/N, you don’t remember, do you?”
You slowly shook you
“Nothing at all?”
You were surprised
to hear some disappointment in his voice. “Do you?”
“Well, only most
of it.” He admitted. “But I do remember the important part.”
“Then maybe you
also remember where the rest of my clothes are.”
He thought about
that for a moment, then looked up to you with a grin. “They’re
probably still in the great hall.”
You felt your jaw
drop. “What? How….?”
Ubbe’s grin only
grew wider. “You were pretty eager last night. We almost didn’t
make it here before things got really intense.”
You sighed and
covered your eyes with one hand.
“Common Y/N, it’s
not that bad, no one got hurt.” He said, reaching out for your
hand. “I wish you could remember.” He added with a smirk.
You reluctantly took
his hand and sat down at the edge of the bed. You still didn’t know
how to feel about the fact that you had slept with your best friend,
but it made you feel better that Ubbe was so chilled about it.
“How did this
happen?” You wanted to know.
“I have no idea.
We were talking and having a good time and the next thing I know
we’re making out. And from then on I guess one thing led to another.”
“Do you regret
it?” You asked looking at your hands. You had to know.
He brought his hand
to your chin and gently turned your face towards his. “No, not at
all. Why would I? I mean you are beautiful and it’s not like I’ve
never thought about it. I just didn’t knew if you liked me that way
and didn’t want to risk our friendship.”
It took you a moment
to comprehend what he had just said.
Your faces were only
inches apart. You looked into his eyes while you slowly bridged the
gap and connected your lips with his. He was right, it didn’t feel
awkward. It felt good, it felt right. The kiss was slow and gentle
at first but soon got more and more eager, your breathing coming fast
and heavy. The underdress you had covered yourself with dropped to
the ground as Ubbe wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer to
“Since you don’t
remember last night, we have to repeat every second of it.” He
whispered into your ear.
ONESHOT Note: I just couldn’t resist, still have a headache, and still not up to my old self but getting better a little every day. It isn’t this long an probarbly won’t present much but I miss my sisters and friends over here so write something despite the pain. Hope to be back at my old self by the weekend, trowing those requests around for all you guys I so much admire and love. <3 Words: 1107
They pulled you out
of the boat, pulling you down on your hair to your knees. You clenched your
teeth, not wanting to admit to their ruthless manners of handling the new
slaves in Kattegat, from with you were one of them. The girl aside you shivered
over her whole body, the other on was crying, to young to be handled in this
kind of way. It made you sick in your stomach, it made you so angry to see
those Vikings triumph over there new possessions. They pulled the first one up
and you followed their lead while those pagans showed you off to the people within
this village. That whole travel here you thought of ways to smack them right
back at the ground. Yes, you were a slave from now on but surly you weren’t
planning on submitting whoever bought you. It felt like a parade, hungry men
standing aside the road, looking to the new flesh that had arrive. The girl in
front stumbled down to the ground and they pulled her right up at her arm,
leaving those distinctive bleu marks on her flesh. You bited your lip, holding
whatever anger you had within you. The moment they took you you where trading
in a village for your old man. But other than that you were trained by two brothers who worked in a Saxons army. You knew how to handle yourself and you
surly wanted to show them that.
That parade stopped
before a building, bigger and taller than he ones you encountered on the way
here. It was of importance, otherwise there wouldn’t stand men with shields in
front. The girl had fall again, limping the whole way here on her right leg it
wasn’t a surprise. ‘We should kill you to save somebody the trouble of handling
you.’ One Viking in front said, pulling a knife ready to use it. ‘Don’t
kill her.’ You reacted; stepping out of the row there was formed. The Vikings around,
leading this slave parade turned around to you. You wrists tied together was
their reassuring that you wouldn’t do a thing, just as it was a reassuring
because you were a girl and by the looks of it girls over here didn’t present
much. ‘Who are you to speak?’ One asked, walking back to you. He grabbed you
with your hair, pulled your head back and you groaned. And that was when your
eyes found something else. On the stairs of that building sat a boy, hardly a
young man, he looked at you, piercing blue eyes intrigued by the defense you
pulled up for a girl you didn’t even knew. It was something about that look,
something challenging above that crook smile laying on his lips. ‘Some men will
have a lot of fun with you.’ The Viking grinned, his hand grabbing for your
breast. Your eyes gazed away from the boy on the stairs right back to your assailer.
Before he even could taste something more of you, your tied hands grabbed over
his head pulling it down while you pulled your knee up and his head kicked
against it. You pushed him away, planting your foot right behind his so he
smacked with his back into the mud. ‘Do that again and find out.’ You hissed in
your own language. Offcourse it pulled all of their attention, you were out of
the line up and still tied up but in some kind of way it didn’t matter, you
could fight so why don’t defending the honor of yourself and those girls.
Seeing that much weapons pointing on you … yes, it would probably kill you.
‘Boys, don’t fight a defenseless
girl.’ You jerked your head around and looked at the boy again, sitting on those stairs, blue eyes full amusement looking at you. ‘She tried to kill one of our
men.’ ‘Hardly, she isn’t capable of killing and despite that, you’re afraid of
what a girl can do?’ He spotted. Oh, that was what he thought of you? Being a weak
little girl. ‘You want to find you?’ You asked him angry. He parted his lips, intrigued
before he smiled again … not the kind of smile you would welcome into your
life, it wasn’t that sincere. He tilted his head and you saw the danger staring
right back at you. ‘Bring her here.’ He commanded and the obedience coming from
the men around you told you enough. You stopped working against them while they
grabbed you with your arms and dragged you right before the stairs of that
wooden building. For the first time you saw how his legs where tied together,
the way he shifted his weight while leaning closer to you, he was a cripple. ‘Do
you know who you are talking to?’ ‘Amuse me.’ You whispered right back. ‘I can
assure you some amusement.’ He said, those blue eyes looking intensely over
your body. You lifted your head up, to proud to submit to his words or to even
give it a change to be afraid of it. ‘What’s your name?’ He asked. You didn’t
answer until someone grabbed you with your head. ‘Answer the prince of
Kattegat.’ The Viking sneered into your ear. You gave him a filthy look before
looking back to that prince. ‘Y/n.’ You answered, regretting that one already. ‘Well
Y/n, this can go two ways.’ The prince began. You looked right back at him,
something he very much liked to begin with. ‘You can’t fight this arrangement as
hard as you can, I will break your right in two when I’m done.’ He proposed.
Those Vikings threatened you in so many ways but nothing was as promising as
his words. ‘Or you can actually enjoy it.’ His fingers, curved themselves around
your chin, lifting your head closer to his. ‘I can be your biggest nightmare if
you want me to be but other than that,’ he felt silent and you looked into
those eyes like he got your right there. The movements his fingers made,
sliding to your throat, wrapping them around it, squeezing it while he pulled
you a little closer. Your nose almost in contact with his and still you held
your pride right up. But there was something else you felt, a certain desire
lingering deep inside your body. His nose trailed your cheek to your ear. ‘It’s
a shame I have to break you before I can taste you. Sure as hell I will enjoy
it.’ He whispered the promise right into your ear, making you shiver to the
bone. What mess did you get yourself in this time.
A Shieldmaiden was a woman who had chosen to fight as a warrior in Scandinavian folklore and mythology. They are often mentioned in sagas such as Hervarar saga and in Gesta Danorum. Shieldmaidens also appear in stories of other Germanic nations: Goths, Cimbri, and Marcomanni.The mythical Valkyries may have been based on the shieldmaidens. x