What She Really Wants IX: The Game

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | hvitserk realizes what he wants while mads... is unsure of what his father’s job means for his mother.

❛  warnings | sleepy sex, mention of hvitserk’s job.

❛ sy’s notes | patreons: this chapter DOES have an additional scene that was not included in yesterday’s update.

The sun peeks through the curtains at an unholy hour. Its bright rays pierce through your measly curtains, bouncing off your warm blankets. With the brightness, Hvitserk is wide awake. Not that he’s going anywhere. God, no, this was the dream life. A beautiful woman in his bed that was his: womb to lips.

The pads of his fingers caress your exposed skin. Soft, supple flesh under the pads of his fingers. It starts harmlessly enough. Trailing over your shoulders, then lower, over the bump of your spine to the base of your back. God, he wonders, what he’s lost out on for so many fucking years.

His large hand cups your cunt. He knows he shouldn’t. But at the same time, knows he wants to slip into your warm folds. To feel that wetness over his dick again. Yesterday wasn’t enough. His palm melds your soft cunt.

“Wake up,” he whispers in your ear. It’s bright, and early, and you whine because he wants you to get up. Something you really don’t want to do, but Hvitserk hums trailing his lips just barely over your neck. “I missed ya.”

“Hvitserk,” you turn over. He hovers over you, wild chestnut hair long loose. It tickles your nose. You’re vaguely aware of Hvitserk on top of you, although it feels like a dream. His tired eyes take you in, trailing down under the sheets. His thumb brushes over your lips repetitively.

“Morning, princess.”

What She Really Wants V: No Strings Attached

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader, ? x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | hvitserk and the reader struggle in their interaction-- but mads is just happy to have a complete family.

❛  warnings | slut shaming, jealousy, slight revenge.

“He’s taken you to court?”

“No,” you answer Asta, tightening your fingers around the wheel of your car. “But he wants his name on the birth certificate. So we went to get the test done.”

Asta goes on. “Well. You did lie on the first.”

“I know,” you say, curt and hard. When you were inevitably asked who could be his father, you had listed Magnus as the possible. Of course, when that test came negative-- you had listed that you simply didn’t know who it could have been.

A lie, of course.

It Had To Be (Him)

❛ pairing | sigurd & reader (platonic) ivar x reader

❛ type | one shot

❛ summary | you have one birthday wish. that they get along for one night.

❛  warnings | brother rivalry, fighting like two fools

❛  request | Hey ya beautiful chick. For 5cw could you write a fic about Sigurd’s wife/girlfriend/or love interest asking that for her birthday Sigurd and Ivar have to be nice to each other all day 😂😂

What did you want for your birthday?

Something utterly unattainable-- and yet, you asked them for it. For your birthday, you asked him for peace. Not peace at home with his newborn, Ivar cringes to think, but peace with his brother. A simple request, yes. Until you thought of which brother it was.

Bjorn-- know it all big brother, slight quibble, but Bjorn would most likely get his way. Ubbe-- slight challenge, otherwise easy. Hvitserk-- push over.

No. No, no, no, no.

You picked that brother. 

Pizza and Panties

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | drabble

❛ summary | after seeing his fwb upset, Hvitserk decides to pop in and pay her a visit.

❛  warnings | modern!hvitserk, fwb, reference to angst

❛ sy’s notes | this was a feel better fic for a friend <3

You weren’t technically his girl but-- yeah, you were still his fucking girl. Nothing was exclusive because fuck, open was good for both sides. As long as Hvit didn’t know who you were seeing on the side anyway. You didn’t clue him into what had happened. All he knew was that you were upset.

So he got the picture. Ditch the Thursday night homework because fuck, he had some shit to do. All he’d have to do is weasel his ass up the tree and squeeze his scrawny butt through the second-floor windows of the apartment with one quick rat-tat. There was his babygirl, peeping out the window. Most men might expect an overly concerned response, a gasp and reach for him, but you-- oh you,

“Really?” you pop the screen out the window, setting your arms over the frame of the window. He can tell its a good night when you wear those shirts with the three-quarter sleeves. Too lazy to change into an actual slip or shorts, you probably only got those cheekies under that shirt. Can you say easy access?

“My lady,” he mumbles around the stem of a rose, stubbornly set between interlocked teeth.

“Cut the shit, Hvitserk.”

What She Really Wants II: Nothing Changed

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | the reader asks Hvitserk for breakfast. that morning-- she gets a message from her fiance, and is less sad about it than she should be.

❛  warnings | aggressive!Hvitserk, physical fight, Hvitserk beating people, language, deception, reader is a slutty girl, but his slutty girl, little white lies

❛ sy’s notes | sequel to No Thieves Welcome

The text comes early the next morning. You were powdering your skin with a giant pink poof, preparing yourself for the breakfast you had invited Hvitserk over for in place of dinner. French toast, you say. No, not just any french toast-- brioche. You had a loaf.

Mikkel

Looks like you’re not over your ex. 

I’m out. 

That was it. He couldn’t really mean that you rationalize. You set down the poof, rolling your lip into your mouth. Your ombre pink nail clacks at the case, formulating your response.

Me

You’re not coming over? 

The question is decidedly absent-minded. It was not the first time that he had been so upset about another man. There was that time at a high end, overhyped steak bar when that old man admired your rose gold curls and your ass.

Mikkel

I’m breaking up with you. 

Mads has my key.

This wasn’t happening. You knew that something was odd when he didn’t come over for birthday cake last week, claiming he was working overtime. You hold the phone, hand yet still shaking when there’s a knock at your door. 

“Mor,” comes a rumble and a crack of a voice. “I’m going out with the boys.” 

Latte Kisses V: Burnt Espresso

❛ pairing | ivar x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | after months, a strange man shows up in your cafe.

❛  warnings | plus size!reader, fights, physical altercations, unstable!ivar, mention of murder, reference to a murder.

❛ sy’s notes | this piece was requested to be continued by my readers on patreon. 

You haven’t heard much of Ivar the last few months.

Usually, he came. For comfort, for love. The coffee shop carries on. So do you. Its rooms are fragrant with the waft of fresh coffee beans. You pluck up a cellophane bag of chocolate-covered raspberry sticks and set it upon the wire cabinet, stepping back count the new additions. Unicorn lollipops spiraling the fresh colours of a dewy rainbow, ruby chocolate coating honeycomb, and your favourite is blonde chocolate orange sticks.

The bells chime marking the entrance of a new customer. It’s painfully late. 8:47 in the evening. You lean on chunky black heels, finding a man standing there. His shoulder-length blond hair flopped over the side of his shaved down head. He’s painfully tall almost like your black haired Viking who had gone awol.

“Oh, can I help you?” you ask.

“I’m here to see my brother,” he says. “Ivar.”

“Ivar?” you repeat after him. “I haven’t heard from him in… what did you say your name was?”

“Bjorn.”

Let Me See

❛ pairing | piercer!ivar x stripper!reader x tattoo artist!hvitserk

❛ type | multi

❛ warnings | open relationship, piercing/tattooing, stripper, Daddie!kink,

❛ summary | after hvitserk skips his date with his stripper, he sends her to ivar. which might have been a mistake when his baby brother decides he wants what he wants.

Chapters

Chapter I: The Piercer

Chapter II: What a Sight!

Chapter III: First Ink

No Thieves Welcome XVI: Exhale

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | hvitserk decides to ask his girlfriend out to prom. margrethe isn’t fond of that. death-- on the horizon.

❛  warnings | potentially offensive character death, teen pregnancy (18 years old), physical illnesses, hopelessness, eating pussy, murder, violence.

❛ sy’s notes | I’m really sorry.

It was a slippery slope.

On one hand, he could have gotten rid of Magnus. On the other hand, shitcanning his baby mama’s best friend when he already fucked her OTHER best friend? Not the best option. But whatever, he could work around this like he always had.

“He’s fuckin’ wit’ me and I’m gonna bust his teeth in. If I had proof that he beat Thora, I’d fuckin’ stick a weight on his ankle and chuck him in the fuckin’ sea.” Hvitserk hisses, ambling backward on his sneakers down the street. The main gates of the school was a stone’s toss away. “Bucked-toothed fucker.”

“If he makes a fuss, we’ll get rid of him. He’s not our brother.”

“We fuckin’ better. ’m tired of his bitch ass.” Hvitserk growls. “Bjorn can’t know.”

Ubbe grunts, a noise that signals he’s done with the conversation. “Are you working tonight?”

“At the docks with uncle. More shipping.”

“Like always.” Ubbe stops. Hvit stops along with him, looking at Ubbe curiously.

“What?”

His Fuck

❛ pairing | modern!hvit x reader

❛ type | oneshot

❛ summary | reader catches hvitserk talking pretty to another girl. when she runs away, he suprisingly follows.

❛  warnings | fuck buddies, open relationships (kinda), jealousy, chasing, bad hvit, fuckboy hvit

❛ sy’s notes | written for @geekandbooknerd (its not letting me tag her)’s man crush may. @cris101071 wasn’t able to do a few prompts this go around so I added them into mine after talking to her about a confusion I had. 

❛ prompts | “Did you mean the things you said?” + “We’re… just friends.” + “Youre so hot when youre mad” + “It was you the whole time” + “I still remember how you taste”

Your flats hit the fake, beige tile of the floors of your university hard. Clicking up from the first floor to the steps, you might have heard the squick of his boots in hot pursuit. In situations like this, you’re that much more grateful for the elastic strap across your foot. However, the only thought on your mind were the words. Those god awful words that made your stomach churn into a wretched despair.

We’re just friends, he said. Your eyes squeeze together, shutting in the tears. You don’t want them to wet those cute little falsies that your brother had bought you for your birthday or run the slick eyeliner that flicked off your eyelid.

“Baby girl-- come back,” he’s undoubtedly skidding to a stop just at the base of the staircase, trying to find the sight of your cute dark red skirt puffing in the wind you caused by running up the stairs. “Son of a bitch.”

No Thieves Welcome XV: Find Your Voice

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | reader takes part of the ragnarssons out to go dress shopping where hvitserk notices something peculiar…

❛  warnings | verbal argument

❛ sy’s notes | it begins.

Hvitserk didn’t mean to tune out talk of fancy ass suits. First, the blue one that made his skin crawl, then the vest that made him feel like a straight out blueberry. He had so many other things on his mind then stuffy ties that would cut off his breathing. Some masochistic motherfucker had come up with suits. He was fully ready to jump out of this shit as soon as he put it on. It was tight. Really tight.

“Shit, uncle.” He sneers, waving his fingers to snap Rollo’s hand from the tie that was making him choke. They snap back.

The light in his uncle’s eyes glistened almost pridefully of his nephew. Hvitserk let you tend to these ins and outs of picking an outfit to complement yours. With the help of his family of course. Rollo suggested no more blueberries, thank fuck. This was the nicest you’d see him, he barked earlier. The moment he was home he’d probably flick the suit off for his joggers and comfortable hoodies.

“Keep still,” his uncle says, drawing the tie into a knot that sits just “right” against his throat. “We’re almost done.”

“You keep still.” Hvitserk huffs, breath hitching in his throat. He flicks his fingers in agitation at his uncle. Stupid prom, he thinks. “At least I fuckin’ got some with her dress. I ain’t gettin’ shit stuck here with you.”

“You fucked her in the dressing room?” Rollo states, dully.

“It’s not fuckin’ if I just had a snack.”

Almost a Quiet Night

Ragnar x Latina!Reader

6th December - Cuddling by the fire 🔥

A/N: Another with Papi Ragnar.

Rain or snow, Ragnar would work on the farm. He had a lot to do on the farm with Athelstan and Floki and while they were constantly bickering, you could get a lot done inside. The sun was setting on the flat horizon over your snowslicked farm when the front door to the foyer cracked open.

Your ears perk with the sound of his boots-- messy, muddy and snowy-- on your mopped floor. You slip off the small white and red ruffled christmas apron before straightening out your lazy crimson silk slip to go meet him. He holds a metal bucket loaded to the top with wood from the pin where he kept all the firewood.

“You finally finished?” You ask. He tugs his hoodie off of the bunched braids on the top of his head, shrugging.

“Until tomorrow.” He says, alternating his bucket around so that you can help him take off his coat. He plips off his boots, leaving them where they were. Then standing on his tippy toes, you reach to kiss him softly on his lips. He tastes of the smoke of a fire.

Could be Cuter!

“Oh my god are these your baby pictures?” And "Who made you like this?" Ubbe x POC!Reader

Gif credit: Not mine. (?)

Proper Warnings:

“Baby Discrimination”: Calling some babies ugly.

A/N: I wrote this for @laketaj24!

All Three for Me! || You Want What Now?

Credit: Moodboard mine, pictures are not.

He hated the holidays.

It was all hustle and bustle and for what! At the end of it all, it was just for the fakely sentimental moment of belonging to someone. Or… a group of someones, he guessed. After moving into this home with five graciously sized bedrooms, he didn’t honestly think all that much about the holidays.

But there you were prancing around in a silky soft slip, darting one way before another with your hair swirling about in a pony tail. You were decorating for Christmas, setting a wreathe above the fireplace of white with a bright red, glittery gaudy bow.

Wedding Woes V

Gif credit: (?)

After you quit your job to become a model, Ivar expected you would be out of the house constantly like you always dreamed of being. So why then, were you not? As a husband, he should have asked you why you weren’t doing what you dreamed of doing. In place of care and love, however, he found himself dumbly without words that early morning.He had to stomach his own jealousy of the world seeing the body that should have been for his eyes only. But... it wasn’t just that. It was knowing there were a hundred, no thousands of male models that could do what he couldn’t convince himself to do.

Do what you want, he told you.

That meant to fucking do it. Yet he could smell the freshly brewed coffee and vanilla off of some kind of breakfast pastry floating its way down the hall to his room. Sizzling bacon woke him up and his favourite coffee left him ambling lazily to the kitchen. On the countertop, the remnants of the package of bacon sat just to the left of you.

“Morning.” You say in a voice as if you’ve slept a far bit too long.