Sigurd x reader were the reader is a princess of Christians and she committed a sin by Sleeping with sigurd and she gets pregnant with his child and runs away but he finds her and is happy and just strait fluff
A/N: All credits for this gif go to Bonniebird! Uh, slight blasphemy? But then again if you watch Vikings you should be prepared for that already.
This was not the life you always dreamed of. Wadding in the murky water of marshes, pushing away salt swept grass and the slimy friendly fish. You lost track of the days since you stowed away on a boat. Your warm, secure home where your father and mother were probably yet still lamenting over your loss… Or perhaps loathing you. Anymore you weren’t sure.
“They’re still in the darkness…” You turn your face up to the treetop canopy where birds chitter in song. “But then again, so am I.”
It was a warming blue sky and too quickly the stars began to rise to life. The sun was beginning to set again. The warmth fleets away from your skin, and the cooler it became, the more you knew you need shelter. The water carries you away from the middle out towards the banks of the river. There you lurch upon the shore, dragging sopping wet layers of clothes along with you while growling out your frustration.
“Where do I go now?!” You ask yourself, ringing out your heavy dress like wet laundry. A light rain of flowers fell down from the canopy spinning onto your lap. There was a certain stillness in the air that was quickly overwhelmed by beads of water dripping down your cheeks.
Are you ready?
No, how could I be? I’ve never done this before!
I’ll be gentle.
“You could come with me.”
You turn in wet grass toward the river to find a tall, looming figure with unkept blonde hair. The water splashes up at his waist as he pulls himself ashore. A succession of memories synapse in your minds eye. Meeting him, kissing him, falling for him all when you knew God’s holy eye would see you wherever you went.
Sweet baby Jesus, you weren’t ready when he broke through the water onto the shore. His muscles were tight, shifting under sopping wet clothes. As pregnant as you were, flailing wasn’t an option.
“Prince Sigurd! How did you find me?” You say all in a hurry.
Sigurd bent down to your level, leaning down with his braids tickling your breast. Your eyes averted quickly to the coursing water. He’s here…. He’s here and no one else is here to remind you of your standing as a gentle, Christian woman. How you should save yourself and not lust a sinning heathen demon.
“It wasn’t long before Ivar brought this up.” His hand came over your baby bump. You jerk back in response, causing his eyebrows to furrow. “Why are you afraid?”
You could think of many, many reasons why you should be afraid. He was the son of Ragnar Lothbrok, the one who made himself the king. He slaughtered with his brothers and above all, his eyes. Your own jerked up to catch his eyes with the symbol of sin, a snake that spiraled within.
“You make me a sinner. I should have married first.” Your words are heavy, almost as heavy as your skirts that were at the moment waterlogged. In the distance subsequent voices call out for their brother. Sigurd glances over his shoulder to shrill something out back to the voices that come closer. All at once the owners of those voices keep their distance.
“If I marry you… and make you an honest woman, then you will no longer be a sinner.” He offers his hand out to you. You wish it was that easy. Oil and water did not mix. You learned as much with the hours and days devoted to religion. But his words filled your ears like the pleasures of sweet bread and you nod eagerly. You tell yourself you have no choice over and over as if that would impact the decision fluttering in your belly.
“God would want our child to have a father.” You say as you take his hand. He sets his hand behind your back as he helps you up.
He tips his forehead against your own. “What a god to want a heathen one.”
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