Undies | Ragnar[ssons]

❛ sy’s notes | i hope that this hit it right. i know some of the pictures are off, I just went with what felt right. err nsfw/sfw below. and hey! look, there’s rollo there, how did he get there? warnings for slightly biased me. 

Ragnar Lothbrok

Rollo: #keepclive

Bjorn Ironside 

Ubbe

Hvitserk

Sigurd Snake in the Eye

Ivar the Boneless

Sigurd Snake in the Eye Love Alphabet

❛ sy’s notes | underappreciated, underrated, underloved. anon here is your request for the little snake, Sigurd. gifs to my girl @thelaughinghvitserk​

Little Lovers || + Event

Little Lovers is an event dedicated to all dem fine, fun-sized women out there. I should post once a day, but may post more in the case of drabbles or snippets. Requests are closed for this event, but don’t be dismayed! I may open up snippets and headcanons this weekend. All works were requested. All works feature Plus Sized Readers. 

Love, Sy.

Ragnar

🍒The Truck Stop 🍒

Ragnar is a diehard workaholic. A trucker. All those lonely nights alone are easily remedied-- by a certain someone in the lot. || tw: prostitution

Floki

🍒Made of Dough 🍒

Floki, your crush’s best friend, has a way of pissing you off. Saying a woman is made of dough? Not the best pick up line. || tw: Floki is an idiot.

🍒Freyja’s Secret 🍒

Floki has never thought goddess’s walked among mortal men. Until one day, he does. || tw: delusions, nsfw

Bjorn 

🍒Sick of You 🍒

Bjorn is a mean tease when it comes to his secretary. That might get him in trouble one day. || tw: nsfw

Hvitserk

🍒His Law 🍒

Hvitserk overhears his employees pushing his favourite to get on a diet. Diets aren’t his thing. || tw: nsfw-ish.

🍒How About Now? 🍒

You won’t give Hvitserk sex. He pops off about it when you give him a mean tease. || tw: drinking, sfw because nsfw wasn’t happening

Sigurd

🍒Cuddly Soft 🍒

You have backpains due to your size. Sigurd can help you out. || tw: big tiddies, massages, nsfw.

🍒At First Sight 🍒

You fell in love with the strange Viking at first sight. But when the Vikings establish their dominance through marriage, you can’t face your marriage night. || tw: sfw-nsfw, self-confidence issues, cultural differences.

Ivar

🍒No, No, A Thousand Times No! 🍒

Your best friend decides to come visit your father to discuss dowries. But... not for your sisters. || tw: jackass siblings, arranged (by men) marriage, self-confidence issues.

🍒Picture Perfect 🍒

Your new husband wants some wedding photos. In lingerie. To hang up in his office. || tw: lingerie, nsfw-sfw. 

🍒Keep It a Secret 🍒

You made a promise for abstinence. He’s not particularly interested in Christian beliefs-- and picks at you time to time-- but you love him. As long as you aren’t actually fucking... it’s okay, right? || tw: nsfw, ivar being a jackass

Harald

🍒Labour Pains 🍒

You’re in labour. Harald panics. Life goes on. || tw: labour, sfw, overbearing husband.

🍒Finally Mine 🍒

He’s had his eye on you. For a while-- but he’s never made his move. Not until his brother was gone. || tw: mention of Halfdan’s murder, sfw, shy reader.

Halfdan

🍒Caught 🍒

Harald and he do all sorts of things together. But... he’s never felt the need to do this on his own. || tw: dubcon, poc!reader. 

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Out In The Snow || [Sigurd x Reader]

“Is it already snowing? It’s already snowing!” (Sigurd or Hvitserk)

⇁ pairing | sigurd x reader

⇁ tw | Implied sickness, worried Sigurd, Sigurd being a semi jerk.

⇁ summary | after the reader recovers from a life threatening illness, Sigurd has a hard time letting her go into the snow.

⇁ gif not mine

Sigurd swipes his hand over your warm forehead, expecting you to be warm as you usually were. To his surprise, you’re pleasantly comfortable. At last there were no more hazy looks. Finally. He sets down the cloth he had and turns his head back toward your eyes, puffy with bags.

“Do you think we could… go outside today?” You say, softly. Sigurd turns his head down to your eyes, hopeful as you look toward the heavy door. It’s cold, he thought, not sure if you could handle such blistering wind.

“It’s winter,” Sigurd says, shaking his head as if he could clear it of the thoughts. Sometimes it was his own voice that kept him company when you ran a fever night after night. He likes to talk with himself. In his mind, it keeps him safe from the madness of not knowing what is coming next.

“Is it already snowing?” You ask, pulling the sheet from your legs. You shift to look outside. The quiet slurry of snow passes by the small, rectangular window. There’s a laugh, and then, you laugh with hope behind that giggle. “It’s already snowing!”

Back Home || [Sigurd x Reader]

“Are we going to your family’s house?” “Yeah, unfortunately.” (Ivar or Sigurd)

⇁ pairing | sigurd x reader 

⇁ tw | inter-religious relationships (? is this thing?), implied sibling rivalry, implied Ivar being a butt cookie.

⇁ summary | sigurd dreads going back to his home of kattegat, especially knowing that ivar will be there to pick on him– because of his beautiful wife.

There were two days of the three hundred and sixty-five that Sigurd Snake in the Eye, a king in his own right, had to make the treck back home to his brothers out of respect for Bjorn allowing him to take you as his own wife. It could have easily been Ubbe instead. Though married to a thrall as he was, it would have meant the execution of her beforehand. You never knew if it was for your sake that he married you.

You sat in your underdress, pinning your long braids up in respect for your husband with a thrall who knew these Norse braids better than you as a daughter of Aella. It was a jovial time. Mistletoe wrapped the great hall. Fresh oranges set in his boots by his son, who was by now six of age. He prays to Frigga for another soon.

“Are we off to Kattegat for Jul?” you ask him.

“Yes, unfortunately.”

From: Us, To: You, Masterlist

Hi there! 

Welcome to another one of my events. From: Us, To: You is a prompt exchange between @lisinfleur and I of ten different prompts. Here you can find all the prompts she sent me and all the fulfilled pieces. Please know that every piece will be added throughout the weekend. I hope you had a lovely holiday.

Out in the Snow

“Is it already snowing? It’s already snowing!” (Sigurd or Hvitserk)

⇁ after the reader recovers from a life threatening illness, Sigurd has a hard time letting her go into the snow.

Spare Stocking

“Babe, why do we have an extra pair of stockings?” (Hvitserk or Ivar) (Sy’s Note: Whoever hits me)

⇁ because of your pcos, you’ve lost pregnancies before. so this time, you don’t tell Ivar until Christmas.

One Kiss

“Why wait until midnight if we can kiss right now?” (Ubbe or Björn)

⇁ bjorn doesn’t forget you. not even when his friend harald is lurking in his shadow.

Resolute

“New Year’s Eve alone? Not on my watch!” (Hvitserk or Ubbe)

⇁ after hvitserk turns you down, you just so happen to meet another man. except, maybe hvitserk thinks he isn’t what you think he is.

Trapped With A Raven

“The bad news is that we're locked home. The good news is that the snow won't let anyone come until tomorrow morning...” (Ubbe or Ragnar)

⇁ you really shouldn’t be alone with ragnar. in a cabin. blocked in by snow.

Her Resolution || Prequel to Resolute

“What are you doing?” “Ensuring to fulfill my New Year’s Resolutions!” (Hvitserk or Sigurd)

⇁ after finding out what you really want for christmas, hvitserk realizes that he can’t give it to you.

Fake Mistletoe

"This is not mistletoe! I won't kiss you." "Oh, come on! It's a tradition! Don’t ruin Christmas Eve!” (Björn or Hvitserk)

⇁ hvitserk is supposed to find mistletoe for his wife. this works too, right?

Big Bad Santa

“I’m not Santa Claus, ya know?” “Yet, your lap is quite comfortable to me” (Ivar or Björn)

⇁ after a christmas party at your school, you sit on santa’s lap too.

Way Too Close

“Where is my gift?” “It’s a secret...” (Ivar or Ubbe Alex Hoegh Andersen for @ivarsrideordie)

⇁ you really hate overreacting this-- even if you know its someone he’ll likely never see again.

Back Home

“Are we going to your family’s house?” “Yeah, unfortunately.” (Ivar or Sigurd)

⇁ sigurd dreads going back to his home of kattegat, especially knowing that ivar will be there to pick on him-- because of his beautiful wife.

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Heal My Heart || 5CW

❛ pairing | sigurd x reader (unrequited), ivar x reader

❛ summary | sigurd falls in love with the reader-- but maybe a bit too late.

❛  warnings | attempted sexual assault, brother rivalry, jealousy, unrequited love

❛  request | I hope I’m doing this right? For Sigurd could you do him maybe with a shy, quiet healer from the village who he’s head over heals for and he defends her from some crude Vikings?

❛  sy’s note | no happy ending for sigurd.

Fingers pull straps of leather over bound and broken legs. You tug the strap tight over his legs, finding a latch and drawing tight. That would ensure the movement was limited and as you inform young Ivar of this, you sprinkle his calves with animal’s blood.

“There we are. One broken leg bound up!” You draw your hands over the leather. “If you should need anything, I am assured that Sigurd will help you while I’m out.”

Ivar scrunches his nose up tight and looks to his brother. He stands there against a beam with hardened features. His lips pull straight and even but his eyes hold the sneer he wishes he could give Ivar.

“Don’t look so excited,” he tells his brother.

The Oud || 5CW

❛ pairing | sigurd x reader

❛ type | one shot

❛ summary | reader tries to imitate her crush’s song, but can’t.

❛  warnings | none

❛  request | Can I also please request Sigurd teaching you how to play an instrument (viking or modern), but it ends up in you sharing a passionate kiss and revealing your feelings for one another please?

You string your fingers over his oud.

But… it doesn’t sound right. It doesn’t sound like Sigurd’s song. The way he worked his oud, flicking his fingers over the strings and bobbing his head-- that felt organic to you. Not this. Not… the awkward tickle of your fingers in nothing that sounds like his siren’s song. It was what it was. A song that… well, that made you all in love with him. You sigh in frustration, tuning the object that Hvitserk brought back from the Mediterranean for his little brother.

“Relax,” his breath lingers on your ear. He’s slipped behind you, his trousers on either part of your long, wool dress. Boots by your leather sandals. Here with you. Finally. Your arms tense as if they were the very tight cords you meant to string into a song. He shifts his arms around you, his hand sliding over your wrist to the back of your hand. “You’re too tight.”

“Here,” Sigurd leans his head around the other side of your body. His long braids tickle your arms. “One at a time.”

The Designer || 5CW

Cute moments of Sigurd finding out a slave girl who's with them since he was a child is in love with him silently through all these years, caring for him and even being the real author of many things he thought was Margrethe who did for him instead.

“This one is more your taste. She’s a good thrall from King Ragnar’s hearth as you may well know! Well-trained and a virgin,” the loud voice from the queen’s favourite trader punctuated, pulling on the slave collar that hung from around your neck. He cracks your collar down, forcing you onto your knees before the potential buyer.

“A virgin?” the woman said. “I wasn’t aware that the sons of Ragnar left any virgins unclaimed.”

“Fortunately so.”

The woman has a youthful face though her eyes reflect her age. Her long, blonde hair is neatly braided back from her bright eyes and spoke with a mealy-tongue. You recognize the woman as being the earl Lagertha. Every once in a while, you spotted him shifting in the background. You caught a glimpse of his blond hair shifting by with his brothers. He sat today with them eating, a flat bread in his hand while his eyes creased as he talked. They remind you of where the sea lapsed along the dark granules of sand, how the great snake would one day slither out from the bright ocean.

But not today.

Double Trouble

❛ pairing | sigurd x reader

❛ type | drabble (modern)

❛ summary | condoms aren’t exactly his best friend.

❛  warnings | floof!

He didn’t mean for this to happen again.

But it did.

You lay on your bed after three years of chasing his blonde haired, blue eyed devils. And after three years of chasing those blonde haired, blue eyed devil twins— you were about to have two more. It was an accident, really!

“Are you okay?” Sigurd comes beside you, peeping over the bed after a long night on the road. You’re exhausted. He can’t blame you. Traveling on the road show after show while pregnant? Not exactly his picture perfect idea of how this would work out. But the twins Luna and Mani are limp over your leg, hard asleep. He settles his guitar back on its stand and looks back toward you, silently reserved to your fate of being smushed under his children.

“Could be worse,” you say, twiddling one of your forearms. The other is taken up by a small, comfortably snoozing package: Mani. “I still have a hand!”

Another!

❛ pairing | bar owner!sigurd x drunk!reader

❛ type | drabble

❛ summary | on a sad night, you come to Sigurd’s Bar.

❛  warnings | drinking, passing out, upset!reader

❛ request | Another request for the Sigurd Event. Could you please write something modern, maybe like he’s mixing y/n drinks like in the sons of Ragnar video? Please tag as @allvikingsfanfic thank you 😊

Sigurd’s Bar is most busy on Sunday nights. Those nights when couples were chasing their last fucks before the long work week began, Christian patrons were sinning away their newly renewed eternal souls, and when lonely women came to the bar’s edge. Sigurd’s boots ripped sticky booze under his foot as he moved around, supplying strange cocktails to all sorts of foreigners. Then-- he stops in front of you.

You’re way out of his league, sitting on the chair in a form fitting gown. Your manicured nail swirls around a plastic stick. You bat away men that bother you like hotcakes fresh off the grill. Each excuse is something different. I don’t swing your way. I’m waiting for a date. I’m not interested.

There’s no date to speak of nor woman that strikes your fancy.

“You’re (Y/N), right?” Sigurd brings over a drink, setting it to the man to the side of you. Rather than merely grunt at him, you turn your head toward him in interest.

“Do I know you?” you ask.

“Likely not,” Sigurd admits, decidedly creepy enough that you inch back from the bar in your seat. “I went to school with you-- guitar. Uh, Sigurd.”