Aftercare

❛ pairing | Queen Gunnhild x King Bjorn Ironside

❛ type | oneshot

❛ summary | After the war, Bjorn cares for his new queen.

❛ warnings | none

The battle was won and Bjorn became King. King Bjorn Ironside just as his father was once King Ragnar Lothbrok. He relived being a young man, tying up loose ends for his father who was now king. His loose end is Ivar, his own brother. He allows him to escape despite the report of a cripple upon a cart and despite his implied promise to Ivar’s late wife, Freydis. He pays attention to more important matters, caressing his beloved wife’s hair as she lay in a basin of water, held with strips of hammered metal encircling its midsection.

“You could have gone after him.” Gunnhild’s head reclines back over the scratchy wooden rim of her bath. Bjorn sits upon a chair pulled to the edge of the bath. A small table is propped beside him. His large hands lathe her long, honey brown hair with a honey smelling soap embedded with rose hips.

“I rather cement my alliance with my remaining brothers.” Bjorn uses the meatiest section of his palm through her bloodied hair, working out the coagulation gathered from the day’s work.

“Ubbe and the little one?” Gunnhild asks. Her eyes seal tightly, unable to be bothered with his concern.

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Delayed

Can you do a Bjorn imagine where you and him are in a relationship and he finds out ur pregnant?

Bjorn is a busy man.
With his brothers, with his family, and with his job.
Most of the time you don’t mind really. You’ve gotten used to it.
Because so are you.
You’re too busy to get pregnant.
So you take birth control.
But when your body changes in ways you don’t like, you don’t know how to put words to your discomfort.
Where usually Bjorn could name off changes in your body, this time, he’s missed them.
And still, you ignore them.
It’s not really happening. It can’t really be true.
But when your food aversions hit your favourite foods, Bjorn knows something is amiss.
He doesn’t mess around-- going to find the pregnancy tests that you usually keep in the room.
“Take it.” He says, flicking the pink box onto the granite countertop.
“It’s not going to say anything.”
“That wasn’t a question.” Bjorn flicks his head to the closest bathroom.
So the first test comes up.
Then the second.
And a frazzled third.
Eventually, Bjorn shows up in the doorway when you don’t answer his calls.
“Pregnant, right?”
Pregnancy tests can totally be used as projectile objects.