No Thieves Welcome XI: A New Plan

Author’s Notes | hvitserk sinks back to old habits. it’s only the start.

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 2398

❛ genre | heavy angst + plot heavy

❛ summary | hvitserk goes to the one person he knows can belp.

❛ warnings | dark!hvitserk, manipulation, blackmail, hvitserk being a shit, violence, cheating, single parent fears, hvitserk gets what he wants.

“You got her pregnant?”

Why was it every time this happened, he was the one getting shit for “getting” someone pregnant? Was it always on him to make sure they were taking something? Hvitserk sat on the fluffy couch with a cup of cheap ass bland ramen that she made. Apparently the egg in there would soak up some of the spice that was churning his stomach already.

“Is it my job to make sure she’s taking shit? Gotdamn.” Hvitserk slurps up his ramen angrily, cheeks full as his green eyes leer at her. She stands cooking some weird dish for his actual dinner, her long light brown hair bouncing around the middle of her back with rose gold curls.

“If you don’t want a baby.” His phone reflects his mother’s voice.

“Mor, you’re not helping.”

“She’s right. It’s not coincidence that this happened again, Hvit. You should use condoms.” She says, turning around and looking at him with her kind eyes. “First Margrethe and now… (Y/N)?”

“You know I don’t do condoms, Thora.” Hvitserk says.

“Then it’ll happen again.”

“She’s already knocked up! I can’t knock her any more up!” Hvitserk punches his hand into the soft cushions. Then he smooths his hand over the leather cushions as Thora’s favorite maine coon jumps up beside him. “Besides… she broke up with me.”

What She Really Wants

Thank you @bonniebird for the moodboard!

❛ request | Hi, for the Hvitty weekend could you do prompts #2:"go away and stay away" and #12:"if you didn't want me, you shouldn't have said yes" from your angst list? In the way you think it's best. Thanks!

❛ word count | 1759

❛ genre | multichaptered piece

❛ summary | hvitserk is back. He doesn’t intend to lose this time.

❛ warnings | manipulation, wife selling, some minimal violence, shitty fiances, dark!hvitserk (slightly)

How he lost her, he truly couldn’t say.

It was all a blur of medicine cocktails and tequila with whiskey after she left him. As he moved on… well, things only intensified for Hvitserk Ragnarsson. He fell down the tunnel that was his father’s life; picking up bitches to box up and ship off, take care of debtors and… yeah, brief jail stints. Nothing he couldn’t pay a judge to bury.

That Friday night was spent with one of his girls. One of many little spoiled bitches that he had been fucking on his down time. He lazily stuffed his hands into his warm little joggers. It had easily been fifteen fucking years since high school. Most of his so called classmates were married, cheating and divorced. Shit, not him.

He had that dream once upon a time, man. He dreamed all about stuffing her with his seed. Giving her his babies. Letting her bring them up in the way only she could. His little powdery pink haired princess could have brought them up on k-dramas, cute stupid dances and traveled the god damn world if she would have just stayed.

“Da-adddddyyyy, look at the flower ring!”

God this blonde bitch was annoying. He really needed to replace her already. When she spoke it was like his pin of pigs squealing for their next dinner. Hvitserk snorts, looking into the display case at the ring.

“That is apart of our Enchanted Disney series.” A barrel chested, fat gutted man ambles in his grey suit. His blonde haired, blue eyed fuck lights up like a Christmas tree, cooing his name while the man goes into the specifics of the garnet set into blah blah blah. He digs into his pocket for a cherry lollipop. He’d need his god damn sugar to deal with this bitch today.

“Oh… Mikkel look at it.”

Wait…

No Thieves Welcome IX: Sleepover!

Author’s Notes | written for @grungyblonde

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 3330

❛ genre | angst, smut 

❛ summary | to margrethe’s misfortune, ubbe lies like shit.

❛ warnings | angst, smut, manipulation, dark!hvitserk, cursing, pissed!hvitserk, make ups 

Why was it that you attempted to break up with him?

He considers what if could have been-- of what it was. It could have been any number of things really. Magnus was at his short list of possibilities. But… what if it was something else? Not enough spoiling, he thinks. Women liked those things. Shit, he did too. Or maybe it was the fact that he didn’t do shit on that stupid ass research paper or in physics? Damn, it could have been that too.

“Hvitserk, you aren’t eating.” Ubbe knocks him in the ribs with his elbow over his spring rolls with peanut sauce, jam packed with his favourite bean sprouts and lettuce. His green eyes shift dully over to the food sitting before him, reaching for a his frozen passion fruit boba. They came to eat after Hvitserk got his first tattoo, long black streaks on one of his forearm… and, a little piercing for you to enjoy later.

“Yeah, sorry.” He murmurs. “(Y/N) tried to break up with me. Shit, she only wants to be friends.”

Then-- he notices the change in his older brother. The one where his eyes fall distantly and he lacks the words to explain what exactly is on his mind. He knows Ubbe better than that though. He’s a terrible fucking liar when it’s to his very own brothers.

Locked In II: Your New Beginning

↳ prison au

Author’s Notes | heed warnings

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 3993 

❛ genre | angst & smut

❛ summary | hvitserk is excited to bring his newest toy to their hideaway. hope it lasts.

❛ warnings | violence, dub/non-con, angst, convict!hvitty, exhibitionism, mention of breeding rings, drug use, criminal behaviour, kidnapping, abo dynamics, humiliation, masochism, guilt tripping etc.

The bite must have hurt.

On the after thought of the escape, Rollo tends to wiping his wet fingers over his chest and jerks off his button-up shirt from his chest, flinging it on the floorboard of Ragnar’s car. As his father pulls off, you realize that around the main entrance there an influx of police filter in. None of them realize that such a threat has escaped, nor that medical staff lay in the medical wing deceased.

“Your plaything is a cobra.” Harald says, victim to an onslaught of your sneakers shoving against him his torso while he changes into a t-shirt. Hvitserk too changes quickly, unable to help the disgust that runs through his skin from wearing a uniform of a what might as well have been a dirty fucking cop.

“You’re telling me.” Rollo responds from the front seat.

Hvitserk laughs, “Yeah but she smells amazing and I need a fucking hole that don’t feel like STD Russian Roulette. You got my lollipops, uncle?”

Rollo tosses a bag of brilliant red lollipops over his shoulder, landing in your lap. “Let’s hurry up and change out the license plates.” He reaches around you to grab his lollipop, unraveling it from its wrapping and popping it into his mouth with a long, pleased groan.

You shift uncomfortably on top of him-- unsure which to wiggle close to. Did you wiggle closer to the insane Ragnarsson you briefly knew or this strange, older man with tattoos reflecting a lifelong world of crime on his face? Either he was an idiot-- or he just didn’t care who knew who he was.

So instead you make the mistake of scooting back over Hvitserk’s lap where he kept you. He can’t help his long, jagged moan behind his lollipop, loosening the tie in your hair and turning his nose in your silky hair.

“You already trying to scent me?” He laughs. “Fuck you smell good as fuck.” Hvitserk’s hand slides from the lollipops in your lap to the stringy bow ties of your pants, tugging them loose. Rollo hands Harald something in a warm cup. At first you think, booze. Not the case. The car is filled with a nutty smell of coffee beans.

“I’m no, I’m not!” You all but shout as his large, slender fingers slide over your dry folds. He’d have to try a hell of a lot more than that to make you bend!

No Thieves Welcome VI: No Case

Author’s Notes | See Hvitserk’s masterlist for the rest.

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 1610

❛ genre | multiseries + bad romance

❛ summary | Reader decides to interrogate Hvitserk. 

❛ warnings | Manipulation, Lying

At lunch, you thought it was a little peculiar that Hvitserk wasn’t blowing up your phone. Primarily because Hvitserk was always blowing up your phone. Since he had gotten your number last year, he had been trying to get you all alone.

Guys get hot when you walk around in miniskirts, you know that right?

Teach me how to do this shit.

Can I talk to you about the dance tomorrow?

Those were some of the few messages you had gotten mistakenly over the last few years. It didn’t occur to you that Hvitserk was so… adamant about having you until you thought of Margrethe’s words as your feet took you down the stairs to the library on the first floor of the old main building. You held the railing as you made your way down through the security measures that made soft little beeps as you walked by.

“Princess!” Hvitserk slides behind you, thrusting his arm over your shoulder. You give an adorable little yip of surprise as he slid on his heels, kissing the top of your head. Shhh! The librarian shrills. Hvitserk flicks his head her way, amused.

No Thieves Welcome V: Stupider Than I Thought

Author’s Notes | See Hvitserk’s masterlist for the rest.

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 1904

❛ genre | multiseries + bad romance

❛ summary | Reader begins to become suspicious of Hvitserk.

❛ warnings | Manipulation, Smut

The weekend flew by.

Lucky for you, Magnus had been insistent that you didn’t have to come back because-- well, he heard of the honey haired boy with the man bun and the girl running off in giggles out behind a pillar. It didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. Your parents seemed none the more wiser to what was going on. Perhaps it wasn’t even their business! You were grown! You could go with whoever you wanted to--

Not that you were sure you wanted to go out with Hvitserk in the first place.

He was devoted to his brother Ubbe and his shared girlfriend Margrethe. It all seemed very… temporary. As if everything could change in an instant. Was that ever something you wanted? No… you think, probably not.

“You were at the Ragnarsson’s?! With Magnus in the hospital!” Asta is shrill, beating her black sneakers on the gum pasted concrete.

“Shhh!” You look around from the rod iron fence hiding the football field in green, white and red. It was spirit week. Your crimson mini skirt sported a snowy white underskirt and your hair was high on your head, tumbling down your back. You spun around on red and white sneakers. “You can’t let anyone know!”

No Thieves Welcome IV: Not Mine

Author’s Notes | See Hvitserk’s masterlist for the rest.

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 1600

❛ genre | multiseries + bad romance

❛ summary | Hvitserk and the Reader visit Magnus

❛ warnings | Manipulation, Smut

He could have passed for stone.

His older brother was here. Here in his space. The one place that was meant to be safe. Aethelred and Alfred visibly shift in their seats as Hvitserk twists the round, cherry red lollipop in his mouth. He looks to his adoptive brother in something of awe, then back to you.

“Um. H-Hi, Hvitserk.” Magnus stutters. “I didn’t know you were uh, coming.”

His older brother jams his hands into his pockets as he strolls closer to his brother’s bedside. The grip on the sterile white railings of his bed tightens. Hvitserk rolls the lollipop to one side of his cheeks.

“Yeah? Thought I’d come along to see how fuckin’ bad it was.” Hvitserk stops a few inches short of his head. He reaches out to grab Magnus’s head, thumb at his temple before angling him in his direction. He tries not to wince as Hvitserk nods his head slowly, deliberately.

“Yeah, you look like shit kid.” Hvitserk laughs a bit too openly.

No Thieves Welcome III: Obsessed

Author’s Notes | See my Hvitserk masterlist for the rest of the series. 

❛ pairing | Hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 1790

❛ genre | Multiseries 

❛ summary | Reader wakes up in an unlikely place and receives upsetting news.

❛ warnings | Manipulation.

Last night was a great blur.

There was a massive blinding ache pulsing not only deep in the back of your head, but shit, you felt a soreness deep in your core. It was strangely akin to the ache of menses-- but different. Strange… achy.

“Mmm…” You rustle one way, but then, you find yourself stopping when you couldn’t roll any more. You growl as you rustle toward the warmth in the warm sheets, radiating like your own little space heater in the room.

“Soo you’re awake.” A voice breaks through your calm moment, popping your eyes open like something spring loaded. You’re not in Magnus’s room. You’re not in your room. Not even in your friend Asta’s room skimping around in pastel pjs and asking if she wants to make dream cakes. You’re in the Ragnarsson’s home. Breast against Hvitserk’s flat chest with fluffy blankets surrounding your naked waist with a crushing migraine. Your hand snaps to your forehead with a soft moan. How were you going to explain this one to your parents?

“Princess?” Hvitserk slides you onto his very naked body. Very naked because you can feel his soft shaft steadily twitching underneath you.

“Do you have a headache?” Hvitserk’s voice is pathetically light like the fluffy clouds fluttering outside Hvitserk’s pristine white framed windows. At least his grey walls distract you from the blaring light.

“A little. How did I end up here?” You say, resting back on his shoulder. Hot warmth fills him, relaxing his head back onto the pillow while stroking your back with lazy fingertips.

“You really don’t remember?” He laughs. “We had sex.”