Excerpt From Chapter Four OfKilling Me Softly

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.

Hey! Can I please have a male Viking ship? I'm a 5'1 curvy girl, with brown/blue short hair, with a dragon tattoo on my back. I'm INFJ, Hufflepuff, I love to swim, gardening, drawing and dancing. I can pull a conversation with almost any person. I'm a little touch starved. Summer>winter, the sun powers me up. I love shoving homemade food to people I like, and I tend to speak to much when excited about something. I love horror movies, and I don't give a sh*t about what people think about me.

- #Couple Goals 

- You both bounce off each other well.

- He loves it when you cook. When he tries to cook is goes up in flames.

- He likes that you don’t care what other people think about you. Your confidence is a definite turn on.

This is for he vikings ship thingy. I'm 5,3 and am rather petite I have big brown eyes and really short curly hair I'm on the paler side and have freckles. I'm very awkward and shy and love cute things. I have a saviour complex so I'm always concerned for people and want to save everyone . I'm friendly and respectful with people I don't know but when I'm with friends I curse like a sailor. I don't like being the center of attention. I love to cuddle and read and I like making flower crowns.

- Aslaug wants to be taken care of, but also wants to take care of others. She is a strong woman, so I can see her with a more gentle significant other.

- Sigurd just wants someone to love and pay attention to him. I can see you two living a quiet life together.

Ragnarssons Headcannon: The Jealous Brother

Author’s Note: This is as requested, catching up with the queue! It was fun to write! One of these will become a series, or at least a three part fic! Please Reblog your vote or comment below!!! Thank you!!! Polls will close Sunday!! And I’ll post the first part next week!! Taglist open!!

Requested by Anon: Okay for the possible angst headcanons how about the Ragnarssons being in love with someone but they like one of the other brothers?

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Bjorn

It would eat at Bjorn to watch you desire his younger brother and not want him.

He would watch from afar at first. He like his father would be the one willing to be patient and watch what Hvitserk done to irritate you.

But the watching wouldn’t last soon because Bjorn is the brother that conquers foreign lands he’d have to have you

The night you and Hvitserk has the fight in the hall he would allow it to escalate to a point where you can’t stand the site of Hvitserk

Bjorn would laugh as Hvitserk, drunk and oblivious sent you home to sleep by yourself and he would make his move.

Under the onyx night sky of Kattegat he would walk behind you for a certain point and join you as the sounds of the Great Hall fade

“Is that how he normally treat you?” He’d ask. “It appears my younger brother learned no manners.”

He would make you laugh at his impersonations of his brother, swaggering drunk like him until you reached your doorstep and there he would stop. “You don’t have to be with someone like that, there are plenty of other men who would love to have you.”

“Are you referring to yourself, Prince Bjorn?”

“Is that what you want Y/N? Because if so, yes.” He’d shrug as if he had not planned the suave stroll into your heart. He’d give you one kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well.”

At the grab of his wrist he would stop his turn cornering you against the wall of your home. “What is it?”

“You should come in, my husband tends to find the bench of the Great Hall comfortable enough on nights like these. I’d rather not sleep alone.”

And under you wishes he’d enter the home and make you forget the woes of his younger, drunkard brother.

Ubbe

Ubbe is not okay with watching you gallivant around with Ivar. But Ubbe is not outward, he’s sneaky in his movements

He had noticed you were fond of animals, and he’d meet you down at the stables as you sprinkle the feed to the small goats. “Y/N imagine seeing you here?”

“It’s not hard to imagine, Ubbe you have been watching me have you not?” “It’s hard not to watch you.” He’d admit reaching into the sack of feed grabbing a handful of and tossing it to the ground

“I am not yours to watch.” You would say watching his brow furrow. “Now am I?”

Ubbe would stop his attempt that time noticing your irritation, he’s not shocked to find you not easily swayed after being with his younger brother for so long

The months would pass and Ivar would ready himself for the raid, ready to depart the attention he paid to you would dwindle as his attention would advert to what pleases the gods, rather than you.

Ubbe would fetch you the softest silks bringing them to you as an apology for his actions a few months back. “I saw this at market.” He would smile touching to purple cloths. “The beauty reminded me of you, and I was brought to realize I never apologized to you for my actions.”

You’d delight in the looks of the fine cloth holding it up. “Ubbe this is too much.” He’d smile at you. “Not too much for you Y/N, one thousands silks would never be enough to satiate my need for you.”

You would watch him walk away and head back to your hut where Ivar would planning with generals, as he done day in and day out. Then you would leave rushing through the lively streets of Kattegat until you found Ubbe resting against the stables, talking to the animals.

“Ubbe!” You call getting closer. “I should thank you properly.” He’d know that he won and try to hide his happiness with the illusion of confusion. “You mustn’t thank me at all.”

You would step into the stable covered by the roof. “But I want to.”

Hvitserk

Hvitserk was upset Ubbe had gotten you first, but not surprised. His older brother had a tendency to swoop in on new women.

You and Hvitserk are friends first and unlike the brothers he would respect your relationship with Ubbe. “Have you asked Ubbe if it is okay for you to come with me fishing?” You’d pout resting your hands on your hips. “I mustn’t ask him anything. He does not hold my hand like a child.” Hvitserk would laugh. “Still ask him.”

Hvitserk is playful. He teases you about Ubbe but he doesn’t do it with malice. “I’m sure Ubbe will buy you and all his other wives everything your hearts desire.” It was well known he planned to covet wives, as many as Odin will send. “They will all bow to you, the first wife of course.” You’d laugh. “Shut Up Hvitserk.” “Wouldn’t you want to be someone’s only wife?”

The thought did stick with you as you watched Ubbe smile at the sheildmaidens arriving from Hedeby. “Must you do that in front of me?” You gripe. Ubbe shrugs his shoulders. “I am just polite.”

You’d only watch the charade of his politeness for a while before you would find your own table at the back of the hall, wallowing your sorrows in your fifth pint of ale.

“I thought I would join you.” Hvitserk sits close to you placing his hand on you or leg. “Are you okay?”

“I would be better if he would be a little more respectful.”

“True he is undeserving of you.” He grimaces. “But it’s up to you to find the courage to leave him.”

Hvitserk wouldn’t push you into something with him, he’d be the friend to you and for that you would love him more.

Ivar

When you’d returned from the Mediterranean with Bjorn you had changed. Your eyes had seen something new, the glory of the bloodied battlefield had made you wiser, prouder to be of Kattegat

“Welcome back Y/N.” Ivar would greet raising the curved horn to you. “I see you have earned your scars.” He would reach out to you touching the healed line down your face.

Ivar is not okay with your attaxhment to Bjorn. He doesn’t agree with it or understand it.

“It seems my brother has gotten his claws in you.” He would say once Bjorn left the table. “He’s not the smartest of us, you know?” You’d roll your eyes. “And you are Ivar?” “Of course I am, my father knew. Everyone knows.” You’d smirk. “I think perhaps your arrogance exceeds your wit.”

Ivar would keep his distance mad that you insulted him but he knows his brother well enough to know that very relationship he has crumbled at the weight of his own ambitions. Bjorn would start planning the next raid, and though it is your intent to travel with him he wouldn’t listen to your ideas, telling you to remain quiet during pans with his brothers.

“I would never silence a pretty mouth like yours.” Ivar would say appearing next to you. “Not when it has so much logic. I think your plan was right.” You’d turn to him noticing the sincerity in his voice. “Thank you, Ivar.”

To your surprise he wouldn’t make a move on you just listen to your complaints, until Bjorn was unable to be understanding and the one person you find yourself running to Ivar.

It would then be over as he laid his claim to you not caring what Bjorn would say. 

“Y/N, let’s leave.” Bjorn says. “No, she’s good and comfortable here.” Ivar places his fork down smiling over at you. “You can go Bjorn, it appears Y/N has found a new one to love.”

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(I’m sorry It took me a while since my first draft was deleted so I had to re-write everything again but I hope you enjoy reading it!

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At Her Feet

❛ pairing | king harald x queen!reader

❛ type | oneshot

❛ summary | harald has a plan to get a new ally.

❛  warnings | smut, sex pollen, nsfw, quickie sex, dub!con

❛ sy’s notes | just a quick pussyfuck today.

Harald Finehair is a strange king.

An old but fit man whose dregs at the bottom of your cup read malfortune. A loss, you could sense. A loss of a wife, a child, a brother. You swirl the tea as you sit in your throne. The young messenger came to request an audience earlier that day. Yet here he was again, rubbing sweaty hands at the base of your throne, begging for an audience for his king. As queen, you had the ultimate say.

“King Harald Finehair of Vestfold, Al-Drottining.”

You lift your head from the cup and set it aside on the white ashy arm of your throne. Then gathering your skirts, you rise from your seat. The king is shorter than you expect, but powerful just the same. His dark brown hair swept back from the tattoos that etch in his creased aged skin. Those eyes, though. They frighten you. Murky and dark as they were, twinkling in amusement as you came to a stop in front of him. He sets his hand to cup hand in front of his lap. His men mirror such action.

“Queen (Y/N) of Svalland, Al-Drottining of my people under Frigg’s wise eye. A lover of Thor, I see. A good king has been said to respect Thor as you have.”

He looks down to where your finger has shifted, tapping his pendant on his hairy chest. You then shift your finger away, not forgetting the way his cheeks have warmed up. “But sadly,” you say. “The gods favour lovers of Odinn.”

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