Bad Poet | [ Hvitserk x Reader ]

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, hvitserk/ivar [platonic brother spats]

❛ type | drabble

❛ summary | you know hvitserk gets around-- even without ubbe.

❛ tags | verbal arguments, hvitserk has a crush, ivar is an ass.

❛ sy’s notes | hi. i’m still around; just kind of... tired. i’ll write some snippets, i think.

Hvitserk isn’t exactly the smartest of the Ragnarssons.

You wove a band of leather into your hair as you listened, carefully, and quietly to the brothers at their table. “What kind of poetry is that,” Ivar chided to his brother, tracing the lines of Hvitserk’s drawing tablet. “She won’t want to hear this. Tell her she has pretty eyes.”

“Everyone must tell her that.”

“Who is everyone?” Ivar mocked. “She has no suitors this summer. I paid them off just for you, br--”

You glanced up from your work, catching eyes with Ivar’s bobbing head.

“Shht!” Hvitserk thumped his fist on the table. “Why don’t you shut up?”

“Is she stupid? I’m sure she knows, Hvitserk.”

Say Your Piece III: Pay Up | [ Hvitserk x Reader ]

❛ pairing | modern artist!hvitserk x plus size writer!reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | he’s not sure if he’s dreaming-- or if it’s all true. he’s teetering off the thin line of his sanity.

❛ tags | verbal arguments, nsfw scene, dream scenes, suicidal ideation, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, stalker lady, break ups.

❛ sy’s notes | please read my tags.

His dreams were craggy and dark, full of incomprehensible shapes, swirling and drawing him deeper and deeper in, until he’s sure that something might eat him up whole. Like a river monster crocodile god-- in the shape of his wretched book agent whose pursed thin lips left stains that he could never wash off. He didn’t want it, he told himself he couldn’t want it. A sudden and wonderful pressure snatched him from his dreamscape, sent him spiraling back down to the living, where he lay in perfumed pastel blue sheets.

“What the fu--” he might have finished that off, if not for the wonderful pressure crushing his hips. As the haze solidified into definite shapes he finally made out your lovely shape sitting on his belly. The soft satin blue of lingerie. He recognized the scalloped edges of lace. He always imagined it would look like an angel on your skin, sheer and brilliant, and there it was in front of him. Or-- your beautiful ass was, anyway. “Baby girl?”

Itty Bitty | [Hvitserk x Thin!Reader]

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | drabble

❛ summary | hvitserk likes seeing you all dressed up. but-- he can be a bit stupid about it sometimes.

❛ tags | self confidence issues, thin!reader, creamy is not meaning white so don’t come at me, hvitserk being kinda insensitive, but he’s trying, no smut

❛ sy’s notes | [birthday anon here!] Could you do a one shot with Ivar or Hvitserk x reade where the reader has been trying to love her breasts (they are really small) and is doing fine but is not 100% confident yet so when the things heat up between them she tries to tell him she's afraid that he'll laugh at her, then things go fluffy and smut.

happy birthday anon! I made this request a bit ago but i’ve been frustrated with the ending. No smut here-- but maybe some implication. It didn’t seem to fit.

Hvitserk likes being in dressing rooms. 

He sits patiently in the back of a maze of a dressing room. The pale doors all look the same, doors thrown wide, an array of clothes hanging off silver knobs in wait for an overworked and underpaid woman to come to collect them. He doesn’t blame her for not giving a shit who came in and out of the dressing room. 

Which is how he came to sit on the bench with a smile ear to ear. His lap was a mix of hangers and rejected pieces; eight of them, actually. Bjorn was finally getting married to an amazon woman. No, but really, she engulfed all the family’s women. Her patient, warm smile told him all he needed to know about Gunnhild. She was too good for Bjorn. 

“Like it?” he asked, leaning forward, semi-hard, and waiting for the next reveal. He picked this dress. A plain white dress with a plunging neckline to show your smooth skin. From tits to the navel, Hvitserk couldn’t wait to see it. 

“I’m falling out. If that’s even possible.”

Say Your Piece II: Heart Breaker

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, hvitserk x ?

❛ type | double triple? shot, mistakes were made au

❛ chp summary | after the reader says she doesn’t want hvitserk; he makes a bad decision. it gets worse from there.

❛  tags | plus size reader, verbal arguments, extreme social anxiety, extreme body insecurity, drinking, hateful words, illustrator hvitserk x writer reader, mention of infidelity, shame, OCs, sexual frustration, blackmail, cheating mentioned, verbal abuse, sexual blackmail, poor communication? it’s more likely than you think. tags to be added.

❛ request | So Hvitserk request (you a asked for it 😂) Remember the Little Lovers event and the self-conscient plus size reader who didn’t want to have sex ?Well I didn’t get the sex lol. I want my Hvitserk to show a woman how her body is enjoyable. Thank you 😊 for @alicedopey

❛ sy’s note | i’ll eventually get you your sex scene, DAMN IT.

He wakes with a blaring headache caused by a stream of fresh morning light against his soft cheek. He pulls his arms around you-- or, what he thought was you, as the moment he does so, he knows it’s wrong. Where soft folds and overflowing breasts were, he finds thin limbs and small breasts.

It’s not your body-- he realizes all at once. The high rise apartment that overlooked the city wasn’t, either. It was the fruit of an accomplished older woman, whose many books hovered on a white shelf beside a white bed. Everything in the room holds the same pure standard. He flings himself from the bed, his naked ass colliding with a nightstand. The items ripple over the surface and settle into new positions. The woman pushes up, dragging the painfully monochrome white fluffy sheet to cover her flat chest. 

“Hvitserk?” 

Erika, in all her sharp-eyed glory, stares right back at him. Vomit spins up his throat, incited by the affection by with her eyes considered him. Hvitserk scrambles over the perfectly plain hardwood floors, upchucking up what’s left of his agitated stomach after his pathetic night out on the town. 

“Hvitserk!” 

Somebody Else | [ Hvitserk x Reader ] VD6

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, amma x hvitserk [one sided love]

❛ type | short multidrabble number i... Homemade foods with Hvitserk. I can't care who cooks and bakes, whether that person is him or his girlfriend.

❛ summary | hvitserk’s girlfriend is upset after an injury in battle means she can’t cook that night. it might reveal something he didn’t know was an issue.

❛ tags | angst, reader tries to shove hvitserk away, weak ass marriage proposal, referenced injury, shieldmaiden!reader, depression

❛ sy’s notes | more angsty than i meant it to be. Part I for @alicedopey ’s flower request; short work for wednesdays.

Whether you fight together or stay apart, you always made him food. It wasn’t that he couldn’t make food (although he might or might not live on nuts, local fruit, and roasted fish when he’s away). It’s just-- there’s something romantic about seeing you at the foot of a warm fire bundled in a fur, pushing around a thick porridge or stewed meat. It’s perfection to him. He loves the devotion to creating something to warm his belly alone. All to take care of him. 

“I don’t think I can make you dinner tonight,” you sat in Ivar’s tent. His brother had so graciously given up his bed. If his brother hadn’t changed so much, he might have thought it was with an egregious purpose. 

“I’m not hungry,” he murmured despite his stomach raging for a hunk of meat. He reaches for your shoulder, fingers tickling your wound. The linen bandages were fresh. They covered where the arrow had slugged into your shoulder. You watched with heavy eyelids as his hand slunk away. “You should eat. I can find you something. What about an apple from the trees we picked the other day?” 

“One of the women will bring me something.” You say to stay in bed. He would not blame you: your arm must be sore with pain. “Amma can make you a soup. She’s always loved you.” 

“Don’t,” he bit out. “You’ll be fine.” 

All Out | [ Modern Hvitserk x Reader | VD5

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | drabble: Did you really eat all the dark chocolate?- With Hvitserk

❛ summary | reader has a plan for her valentine’s day. it includes a special, cliche chocolate sauce. with a hungry boy at home, you probably asked too much of him.

❛ tags | sfw but nsfw themes

He really likes chocolate. In fact, he really likes anything sweet. Anything savory. Anything carby. Keeping your favourites on hand with a husband like him was a task in itself. He always seemed to be hungry for something else.

Food was far from your mind as you opened the front door that Valentine’s Day. Last year, Hvitserk had planned a lovely day. This year, it was all about him. You’d gone out to look for his favourite emerald green lingerie: something new, something spicy to go with the fresh strawberries and raspberries you’d picked up.

Of course, it was then that you realized that Hvitserk was sitting on your kitchen counter, slunk back in a warm black hoodie and boxers and nothing else. But for the bowl sitting in his lap, it would have been fine. Your cloth bags hit the floor with a thud.

“Hey babe,” he murmured and suckled the dark chocolate dripping off his fingers. “What’s--”

What She Really Wants X: What Really Matters

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | hvitserk has a way of getting what he wants. magnus is sick of being one-upped.

❛  tags | verbal arguments, wedding oriented, referenced underage sex, referenced sexual interaction, underage relationships, original characters.

❛ sy’s notes | i've actually had this fic done for some months and totally forgot about it until i was in my drive. thank you @chibisgotovalhalla​ for making me feel good enough to post this. It’s more a connecting chapter.

What Magnus hates about Hvitserk (aside from everything) is how whatever he said, went with you. 

The world could crumble, pebbles could shake boulders on your house, and you would still have Hvitserk on your mind. Because he was your first-- and no one could beat a first. No matter how he worked or raged for a new beginning or for better for Mads. It was still Hvitserk at the end of the day. Mads’s eyes had almost popped out of his skull when Magnus joined the clustered group of friends and parents. It hadn’t gone unnoticed. 

“What did I miss?” he asks because he knows Mads by the expression slapped over his face. That boy has been like his son. He raised him. Loved him. 

“Nothing,” Mads quips quickly, snapping his head back around to the field. His coach howls something long and loud. Mads jabs his finger in that direction. “The game is about to start. C’mon Soren.” 

Say Your Piece | [ Illustrator!Hvitserk x Writer! Reader ]

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, hvitserk x ?

❛ type | double shot, mistakes were made au

❛ summary | illustrator hvitserk is in love with his best friend. so much so, that he doesn’t mind her publishing under his name due to her social anxiety and anxiety regarding her body. hvitserk doesn’t mind doing the work for promoting her book; he wants her happy, healthy, and content; not everyone agrees.

❛  tags | plus size reader, verbal arguments, extreme social anxiety, extreme body insecurity, drinking, hateful words, illustrator hvitserk x writer reader, mention of infidelity, shame, OCs, sexual frustration, tags to be added.

❛ request | So Hvitserk request (you a asked for it 😂) Remember the Little Lovers event and the self-conscient plus size reader who didn’t want to have sex ?Well I didn’t get the sex lol. I want my Hvitserk to show a woman how her body is enjoyable. Thank you 😊 for @alicedopey

❛ sy's notes | no sex in this scene.

So Hvitserk request (you a asked for it 😂) Remember the Little Lovers event and the self-conscient plus size reader who didn’t want to have sex ?Well I didn’t get the sex lol. I want my Hvitserk to show a woman how her body is enjoyable. Thank you 😊

“In your book, Li Jie is quite standoffish. He doesn’t even pick a woman in the Muslim harem he visits. What kind of girl do you think Li Jie would go for?” 

He has a brilliant blue watercolour brush between his fingertips, scribbling the look of a tall Chinese man. His features are sharp from the eyes to the nose. Even his razor-thin lips have a look of sharpness to them. The more he looks at the picture, the less of an answer he has. 

“Uh,” his smile grows. “Harems aren’t on his brand. King-- fuck, what was his name?” 

“Zhang Ye?” 

“Yeah that. Fuck I have to come up with better names. Zhang Ye picks skinny, stick ladies. Li Jie. He likes-- he likes… thick women.” 

Ivar leers at him. “Thick?” 

Hvitserk nods. “She has to know how to cook. Don’t think he has time for it.” 

“Are you projecting there, Hvitserk?” 

Today’s Update | Say Your Piece

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, hvitserk x ?

❛ type | double shot, mistakes were made au

❛ summary | illustrator hvitserk is in love with his best friend. so much so, that he doesn’t mind her publishing under his name due to her social anxiety and anxiety regarding her body. hvitserk doesn’t mind doing the work for promoting her book; he wants her happy, healthy, and content; not everyone agrees.

❛  tags | verbal arguments, extreme social anxiety, extreme body insecurity, drinking, hateful words, illustrator hvitserk x writer reader, mention of infidelity, OCs, sexual frustration, tags to be added.

❛ request | So Hvitserk request (you a asked for it 😂) Remember the Little Lovers event and the self-conscient plus size reader who didn’t want to have sex ?Well I didn’t get the sex lol. I want my Hvitserk to show a woman how her body is enjoyable. Thank you 😊 for @alicedopey

A Distraction I: Poppy Seed | [ Hvitserk x Harem Girl!Reader, Oleg x Reader ]

❛ pairing | hvitserk x harem girl!reader, oleg the prophet x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | oleg wants to keep hvitserk's lips loose and mind distracted. he thinks women, drugs, and alcohol should do the trick.

❛ tags | dub-con because inebriated hvitserk, poppy seed effects aren't exactly realistic in causing premature ejaculation, trickery, nsfw, ivar is an ass in this one. 

❛ sy’s notes | It feels like its been months since I’ve written Hvitserk. Ivar doesn’t like her; not completely sure why. 

The sway of the wooden door woke you. Your heart lurched into your throat as you realized that Oleg the Prophet’s booming steps were headed in your way. The candles flickered in a low burn, rivaling the hearth that warmed your nude body.

“There she is. How are you? Are you sore?” Oleg asked, narrowing his eyes on you rather than the other two women there. The others had been sent away to a party he held for his faithful men last night. He held new things in his arms. A beautiful headdress dripping temple rings, a weighted necklace, and long graceful skirt. It hadn’t escaped you that he had no top in his arms that night. “I was rough with you girls tonight. I will make it up to you. I’ve brought you gifts.” 

You rolled your swollen lips in, before popping them back out. “I’ve become accustomed to the abuse.”

“Good. You are a good girl; never questioning me. That is why I have a task for you. I want you to keep him distracted.” 

“Who?” 

Be Good | Spoiler: Hvitserk x Reader

Sy’s Note | I didn’t get to finish this drabble today because it morphed into a one shot. Here’s a teaser.

His mor was going to kill him.

The flight was cancelled due to the weather. He should’ve known better than to go on a winter vacation so close to Jul. In fact, he had. His mother warned him not to go-- she would be waiting for him to come home. But no, rather than be smart, he decided to take a flight to fucking France. 

Don’t get him wrong; the streets were pretty and the women were gorgeous. Which in his defense, food and women were two fucking leading factors to travelling anywhere at any time for him. 

“Fuck me,” Hvitserk stepped out of the airport, fat snowflakes whirling through the air. He would’ve rathered walk straight into a damn car than make that call to his mor. Turning the phone in his hand a few times, he convinced himself that his mother would be fine. After all, Hvitserk wasn’t the favourite. She could deal without him! 

“What do you mean they’ve cancelled it?” Or, alternatively, that saucy tone of hers told him everything he needed to know. “You should have never left home this close to Jul. It’s Christmas Eve and you are in the heart of France. Where do you think you’ll go now?” 

Never and Always [[ Ivar x Reader, Hvitserk x Reader ]]

❛ pairing | ivar x reader, hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | it’s been a while since you’ve seen him; betrayed him.

❛  tags | verbal arguments, fear of Ivar, reader attempts to jump in sea, athelstansdaughter!reader, possible triangles, ivar isn’t the villain, implied previous ivar x reader

You couldn’t stay. 

Not there, with a man who had lost his mind in the same way your Ivar did, though the connotation had ever been in your mind. Ivar, or what was left of him, had lost it. Bjorn, what empty shell of a lust-driven beast, had lost it too. In the end, you lost this dangerous game twice.

“You need to eat,” you told Hvitserk.

The cold winter winds bit your nose, cracked your lips. Though it had only been a few days since Bjorn had cast Hvitserk out; and you fell into the forest after your sick best friend with nothing more but the ring entrusted to you by Ubbe and what stockfish you’d snuck behind Bjorn’s back; hunger began to set in his normally full cheeks. Slashed open; you’d done what you could with the turtle brooch on your breast.

“I’m not hungry,” he turned his cheek away. Behind his tendril-like brown hair, you were sure he was glaring off into the distance as he had been for three days now. “You eat it.”

“But you’re skinny,” you told him. “You’ll only get skinnier.”

Election Drabbles | A Heave and a Breath | [Hvitserk x Reader]

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | snippet

❛ summary | he does what he can; even if its his fault.

❛  tags | tw: implied physical/sexual assault, night terrors, hopeless!hvitserk

❛ sy’s notes | @tephi101​ here is your snippet!

It happens when he least expected it. 

The sudden force upon the bed left him with his father’s knife; the one tool he inherited after Sigurd’s untimely death much like Ubbe with his shield. There’s no Ivar there. Much less an intruder. In its place, he finds you sitting upright. Air punches out of your lungs in heaving drawls, the side of your dress hanging off your shoulder.

“My love,” he catches your shoulder. “Slow down.”

Your hand is tight around the dragon carved headboard. He’s not sure if you’re about to run-- or faint. You’re on the way to it. “I ca-n’t,” you heave out between a string of incoherencies. He’s trying to follow them, the faint heave of his name; his general’s name; the other men. He anchors you to reality with a grip of your thigh. 

His hands feel like they’re falling apart dragging you back into his arms, cradling you close, and kissing your head in one hard kiss. His firm hands hold you there; despite the wail of his name, despite the fact he’s really here. He always tries to be here. The cries will eventually fizzle. In time, it’ll be nothing but forceful puffs and dried-up cries. 

He thought that he could take care of everything: if only he could.

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Death: Hel’s Touch | 10 days til Halloween: [ Hvitserk x Reader ]

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | angsty drabble

❛ summary | he won’t touch you; you’re tired of waiting for why.

❛  tags | break ups, angst angst angst.

❛ sy’s notes | first of two drabbles tonight.

It would be better if you yelled at him. 

Shrilling at the top of your lungs or degraded his very existence like Ivar did when it suited him. No, but instead, he stands by the door frame as you take a dish of gold that he’s brought back from England. You chase your reflection. Consider it-- shaking your earrings over and over. They sing as they clink together. 

Are you still angry? He could ask. But, moving closer, the only thing he can think to do is watch as you draw the mirror back, consider your breasts-- your jawline. Not good enough, he can surmise. 

“Is it-- me?” He pauses, just shy of you, and glances into the warped mirror. When your head turns, he jerks so slightly back. With his hands suspended in the air, you sigh and set the gold dish down. “It has to be me.” 

“It’s not that,” Hvitserk insists. “It’s… it’s complicated, my love.” 

Seeking Sunlight | [ Hvitserk x Reader

❛ pairing | drug dealer!hvitserk x druggie!reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | hvitserk came to sell his brother’s shitty boyfriend some drugs. he stays when someone catches his eye-- for all the wrong reasons.

❛  tags | drug use, drug dealing, serious dub!con (nothing graphic here), choking (slight), parties, lotta referenced sex, somewhat implied prostitution, slight abuse, lgbtqia+ characters: oleg, torvi, gunnhild, and ivar, minor violence, minor sexual content, party reference, dark fic to be, 18+, slight sadism?, offensive language, hvitserk is an asshole.

❛  sy notes | read the warnings.

He slid through clustered groups of people under the dismal light of the normal uppity and cheery backlights. Everyone he looks like another stranger in the grand scheme of it all, grinding ass against dick, or pussy against pussy, or maybe dick to dick. Hvitserk rubbed his eyes under the dark frames, dragging down the stairs from which a girl rushes past, straight to a group of bitches that look half-past toasted.

He breaches the bottom and heads past the sliding door where he hears his name shrilled out from behind a plastic neon cup. He looks up, realizing its Ivar sitting by his newest man, someone who had more problems than Ivar’s legs could ever have.

“Hey,” Hvitserk jogs toward the two. Oleg tilts up his hips, fisting out a roll of cash with one hand and with the other fondles his brother in places he never really needed to see. Ivar sucks down a cup of pink mystery punch.

“Hvitserrrrkkkk,” Oleg has this natural sing-song to his voice because he has everything and anything in control, that included Ivar. Something he thought he could never say before the man walked into the picture. “You have a little something there. Enjoyed Margrethe?”

The Exchange | [ Hvitserk x Reader ]

❛ pairing | hvtiserk x reader

❛ type | drabbley-oneshot

❛ summary | something about her makes him do something stupid-- but he’s only just met her.

❛  warnings | arranged marriage, mention of trades. 

“Stop that--” 

The two brothers walk down a long corridor. Hvitserk bends his head closer to his brother, grinning ear to ear. Light filters in between the planks of the roof,

“Think she’s pretty?” Hvitserk asks, hopping to turn in front of Ivar. His brother wears a scowl, annoyed that Hvitserk would ask such a thing. Probably because he was conned into this deal-- because he arranged this crackshit deal for his brother.

“What do I know?” Ivar jabs at the ground. “You wanted to see her. You marry her.” 

Hvitserk throws his arms back, the leather of his forearms running against each other, and his soft chestnut hair. “If she isn’t--” 

“No, Hvitserk. What was it that you said… right. ‘Wait-- stop! I want to see her,’ now she’s yours.” Ivar raises his other hand to his shoulder, where Hvitserk had punched and cracked his bone, which yet still was sore and painful. They come to a stop in front of the tall doors, shut uptight, with two guards standing there at attention outside the door. Hvitserk drops his hand, peering to the inky black hall behind him. With a hiss, the door in front squeaks open.