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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.

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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 than blurry.

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 beside you.

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 with him.

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 nakedness.

“Are you trying to sneak out on me?” Ubbe asked, looking at you from sleepy eyes.

You blushed and shrugged. “I do not want things to become awkward between us.”

“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 head.

“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.

“Y/N? Say something.”

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 him.

“Since you don’t remember last night, we have to repeat every second of it.” He whispered into your ear.

Imagine getting the attention of Ivar

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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
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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.

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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