If You Are Still Doing Vikings Match Ups, Could I Have One? I Am A Straight, 5'3, Petite Female With

If you are still doing Vikings match ups, could I have one? I am a straight, 5'3, petite female with long dark blonde hair and green-brownish eyes. I like inside as well as outside activities like cooking, swimming, various forms of crafting and hiking. I'm 100% mom friend and am rather interested and skilled in medical treatment. I'm usually polite and kind, but can get quite stubborn and fiery if I have to be. I'm a "True Neutral". Thank you :)

- He is the trademark ‘Dad friend”. If you were just friends people would often assume you two are together. 

- He likes it when you get firey and stubborn. 

- You’re kind enough to handle Ivar’s moods, but stubborn enough not to let him not to take advantage of your kindness.

- You can expect a lot of jealousy from him. He’s definitely afraid that someone else will take you from him.

Damn it Peter... I’m already hot and sweaty I didn’t need this

@naaladareia‘s got me ready to rant about Harald Finehair, hold on!!

Now this is in no way a critique of @inforapound‘s fabulous fic “Boundless.” She is writing a totally believable Harald that I am totally enjoying and rooting for. It’s just that now our discussion on her amazing Chapter 4 have got me wanting to rant about the canon character and how I see him… which i won’t tarnish her gorgeous fic with. Because her Harald is better than canon.

I agree with you, @naaladareia, that King Harald is longing for love. And he’s willing to put that romantic drive above his ambition (possibly) too. But the reason I see him as villainous still is that I don’t think Harald has any fucking idea what love really is. He wants to *win* a beautiful woman, he likes to be in love and be thinking his little romantic thoughts, enjoying his yearning… 

But I don’t think he knows anything about reciprocity, about what it takes to be a partner that deserves love himself, I think he sees women as objects in his own narrative. He’s the Ninth Century Nice Guy. Ellisef gave him the equivalent of a fake number to get rid of him. He thought he could just abduct Astrid and convince her under extreme duress to just choose to love him. He strove to make her happy only to satisfy himself “I have made my wife happy, yes.” I’m sure if I had paid more attention to the past season I’d have a good example about his interest in Gunnhild too. But damn, this show just fell apart and my brain stopped storing much about the new episodes.

This is not to say i wouldn’t enjoy someone writing a fic about a strong, assertive woman that could show him that he has to do better. I also enjoy amazing fics like Boundless that shows how gorgeous and enticing a man he could be if you took away this flaw in his character. But at the current state of canon, man, he still makes me cringe. 

I mean, a sexy cringe…

I mean don’t you just want to lick the scar in his neck

My anonymous question is - what character and what trope would you like to find yourself with?

Easy!!! King Harald and forbidden love. I am the daughter of his enemy and we become close, obviously fall in love and I flee with him to Norway. I haven’t thought about this at all😬

Rad question anonymous. Thank you.

Here Comes the Rain Again

https://youtu.be/aL6oZDB2nTo song inspiration

Regency Au, Angst, Reader x Harald Finehair, 

How long does it take to fall in love? An instant. An agonizing instant that will haunt you for the rest of your life. His eyes like lightning flashes, his voice carries throughout the room that could melt a snowstorm, I was average and he was extraordinary.  I was pretty but not beautiful, good but not great, nothing to separate me from the others more eligible ladies, nothing to make him notice me.

Harald. The man that haunted me. Was it truly worse to be loved by someone in return and lose that loved one, or was it worse to long for the person you loved only to know that love would never be returned? Unrequited love was surely the bane of my existence.  To know you’re a fool in love and to realize it was all for naught because he would never return your affection. To see him dance each round with another beautiful woman. To see him at each assembly and ball, with no recognition of I was when I eyes meet. To know he would marry, but it would not be me.

My voice would only cascade all of the words I could not say. My fingers danced across the piano starting with a sprinkle, a light drizzle of rain like the tears I shed for you. The light that when behind the raging clouds like my hope disappeared. The crescendo thundered and flashed as soon as it was there it disappeared into the storm that was in my soul. I vanished into the music as I poured in everything that I had for him, for he would now belong to her Ellisif.

The drizzle started to slow as the sun peeked through the storm clouds. She was the sun that brightens all things, while I was a wildflower that would die in the autumn. At least he would be happy. Harald, the last note of the piece of my heart would go to you and there he would remain.

As the song ended, I came back to reality hearing the smattering of applause, seeing all the people and my family, I caught his lightning eyes. For the first and last time, he was looking at me and just me. A true smile graced my face he was my sunlight that I would feel for the last time.

“Cousin, when do become so accomplished at the piano”  James called, moving closer towards me

“When someone has true feeling in their music, it is easy,'' I replied, moving away from the crowd of people. Only to see him coming closer, I could feel my heart contracting as the air around me began to suffocate

“Let me introduce you, This is Lord Harald Harfarge.” James said, and then gesture to me, “This is my cousin, Miss y/f/n y/l/n”.

“Yes, we’ve met on several occasions, through never many words have been passed, I’m afraid” Harald laughed in a jovial tone, as he continued

“I was just speaking to your parents, they said you are going to Bath for the off-season”

“Yes, I’ll be staying with my Aunt” “I must congratulate you on your engagement to Lady Ellisif. You two make such a wonderful couple”

“Thank you. We’re getting married next spring. ``

The whole room was spinning. Next spring. Next spring. Next spring. God, please let it not be true!

“Spring weddings are so lovely. I wish you and your bride all the happiness in the world’ I said not letting my voice crack

“Thank you Miss y/l/n, If you’ll excuse me. I’ll talk to later James” and just like that he disappeared from my world again.

“ y/f/n, are you alright? You look positively ill. Do you need me to get your parents?”

“No, I just need some air, thank you James,” I said fleeing the room as soon as possible.

It was worse, unrequited love, especially to man so enchanting as Harald. I would slowly fade away as all wildflowers do and never again feel his sunlight. I drown in the rain until the floods overtook me.   But I suppose, at least he will be happy even If I cannot be, for I never wish for his sunlight to go out as I did.

Excerpt from chapter four of “Killing Me Softly”

“Nuts? You must be hungry.” Harald said offering the sack of food. Looking at her pallid face and the dark circles under her eyes, he thought she must be tired after all she had gone through. 

“Yes thank you”, her hand just missing his. It was almost like the touch would burn her to ashes.  It was the same for all the women he wanted. Ellsif, like the goddess Sól, her sunlight would never reach him. She broke her promise for some Jarl, and only he would feel her warmth and bask in her sunlight. Ten years of life wasted for someone who would never love him.

This christian princess was not like Ellsif. Aethelswith,  she was like the sea, someone that you could drown in. Eyes like ice-cold waves that would overturn a ship. A storm raged inside her, he could see that clearly when she threatened Halfdan. Now she was just still, silent, and sorrowful. Just like no one can control when the sun shines, no one can control when the sea rages or when it gives you blessings.

I am a fool to fall for a girl less than half my age, and a christian no less. We will never be together. We are destined for different lives. Harald thought moving away from her.