Ragnarssons + Ragnar.
✨ 5CW: Sigurd || Masterlist ✨
The day arrives! I did not hit my quota for fics I intended on finishing, so you’ll see this masterlist updating little by little. I hope you all will enjoy the pieces that I did manage to make, however.
✨ M x F (Reader Insert)✨
➳ Drabble: Modern Fluff | Biker!Sigurd x Prostitute!Reader | tw: prostituting
❝ Hating the Reader’s choice in jobs, Sigurd offers her a way out. ❞
➳ Drabble: Modern | Bar Owner!Sigurd x Reader | tw: sad!reader
❝ After the reader ends up drunk as a skunk, Sigurd takes care of her. ❞
➳ Oneshot: Vikings | Sigurd x Reader x Lagertha | tw: slavery
❝ After the Reader is put up for sale by his mother, Sigurd discovers who had been the one to take care of his oud. ❞
➳ Oneshot: Modern | Sigurd x Reader x Ivar!Husband | tw: siblings fighting
❝ On her birthday, she has one wish: that they get along. ❞
➳ Oneshot: Vikings | Sigurd x Blind!Reader & Best Friend!Ivar | tw: assault, fighting (verbal and otherwise)
❝ After leaving Sigurd to take care of his little brother, the reader goes to harvest herbs... alone. ❞
➳ Oneshot: Vikings | Sigurd x Reader | tw: none
❝ Sigurd shows the reader how to play his oud. ❞
➳ Drabble: Modern | Pregnant!Reader x Sigurd | tw: floof!
❝ Sigurd feels guilty when he does it..... again. ❞
✨ Platonic✨
➳ Drabble: Vikings | Sigurd & Ubbe | tw: mention of childbirth
❝ After the reader kicks Sigurd out of the room, Ubbe finds him. ❞
➳ Drabble: Vikings | Sigurd x Aslaug | tw: mention of cheating, angst
❝ Being the only ‘big man’ in the house, Sigurd looks for his mother after Sigurd’s departure. ❞
➳ Oneshot | Sigurd x Male!OC & Reader | tw: bisexual/gay!sigurd, fake marriages
❝ She’ll do anything to protect their lives-- even if it means faking her own marriage. ❞
✨ Other ✨
Love Alphabet **
NSFW Alphabet **
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5CW: Sigurd Snake in the Eye
See all my little muses on August 23-24th for Sigurd’s 5CW! I’ll be accepting requests until July 20th for our Uncrowned King!!
Speaking of Events— Keep an eye out for @laketaj24 and my Daddie’s Den: July 28th.
Uncrowned King Thursday 11/29
All requests for Uncrowned King’s Thursday must be put in the Sunday before (11/25)! Any that haven’t been filled will roll over to December’s UKT.
Me, Not Her
Warnings:
Major Character Death.
Violence.
Language.
Gif Credit: Will gladly give when I find!
A/N: Argr: Term for gay men meaning effeminate, cowardly and unmanly and bad.
Sigurd was only a few years old when he met you.
You carried a doll in one hand and a basket in the other. One with fresh mushrooms and wild apples from the forest. In his early years, mother had been sure to keep him from your kind: the poor. The more he grew in age, the more he understood that her worries were… stupid. The grime on your skirt was not from inherently bad hygiene or negligence… like poor Siggy faced. It was from days of rutting and harvesting your family something to eat. Your skinny body was from favourtism: the sons were fed first. So when an offer of adoption was posed-- to keep Sigurd company, Aslaug said, your father took it. She only took you to keep him company! So she wouldn’t have to.
“What are you going to do, (Y/N)?” You look up from your place beside the Ragnarssons, specifically by Sigurd, teasing the waterfall arms of your dress. It’s Ubbe who calls out to you.
“Well I… I am a healer. I’d like to keep in my field of work with the heathen army. I can feel Eir here!” You look out to the gathered crowd of warriors. They roar just as they had when Ivar spoke. You clear your throat. “But I will go wherever Sigurd is.”
“Ah of course she will go where Sigurd is!” Ivar rolls his eyes, pulling himself up in his chair. “It has always been sweet poor Sigurd, (Y/N). And where, exactly, are you going Sigurd?”
He may not have an arrow in the second one, but he looks so fierce anyway! You go my sweet little teacup pup Sig.
The Uncrowned King II
We are back baby! Welcome to a second round of the Uncrowned King’s day. I especially am excited with my requests that I’ve gotten! If you have a request for headcanons or moodboards, I’m still your girl! But you can also go bother my sweet @lisinfleur too.
Drabbles and Ficlets
Dark!Reader claims Sigurd as her own. At any cost.
Sigurd doesn’t want to let go of his baby mama just yet.
Sigurd’s daughter falls in love with Ivar’s only son Sigtryggr.
Ivar’s ex falls in love with Sigurd for more than his skills in bed.
Sigurd is her Baby Boy. Sometimes, Baby Boys want to be fathers too.
Sigurd and Reader cuddle prior to their wedding.
Sigurd’s best friend takes an axe for him.
Sigurd breaks away to see Xolile, the boy he is so infatuated with.
Pure Smut
Moodboards
Fic Moodboard for smutgoblin
Curly Cutie
A/N: Gif belongs to allthosemuseiisms.
The wedding was tomorrow and to say Sigurd was stressed would be putting it lightly. He was snuggled warm against your chest in your bed, head against your breast. On your mounted television, the little mermaid chime Under the Sea, to which you hummed softly.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” You string your hand through his long blond hair. Despite your mother’s squealing of: having him cut it! It still lay long in your fingers. He wasn’t happy about having to straighten it tomorrow for her.
Sigurd huffs, rolling away from the television and raising his hand to your stomach. Lazily he massages your stomach. “To see mother?” He suggests. “No. I don’t know why you had to make her your matron of honour.”
It was a source of contention. Not only for Sigurd but for your own mother. For you, it was more personal than simply obligation. Sigurd has been alienated from his family forever. The only connection he had was to Ubbe whose children you watched so often.
“So we can have a relationship with her. What about when we have our children? What if she was to watch them?” You ask.
Sigurd nuzzles his head deeper. “She will never! I wouldn’t even treat her with Teacup.”
Teacup being the small blonde teacup pom Sigurd bought you for your birthday— to accompany Teapot, your rescue dog. You sigh in agreement, curling his blonde curls around your fingers.
“Do it for me then.” You ask. Your hands finally leave his curls up toward his scalp. The pads of your fingers massage in soft circles.
“Okay…” He yawns cutely— and before long, he nods off. You have to wonder… why doesn’t your hair smell that good? For tomorrow, it better smell even better.
honestsycrets reblogged
Uncrowned King’s Thursday Requests are OPEN
Next day 25 is gonna be UNCROWNED KING’S THURSDAY again! An entire day @honestsycrets and I are hosting, with publications and all sort of things to our beloved prince Sigurd! So if you have requests for this day, drop it on our inboxes!
Do not forget to start your request with the tag [UKT] so we’ll know your request is for this sweet event!
Stay tuned!
*dancie feets* please please please
honestsycrets reblogged
Her Uncle’s Love
A/N: In which Sigurd’s daughter has Ivar’s Osteogenesis Imperfecta. Please check out Lisinfleur’s headcanons!
In his own way, Sigurd knew that her pains were something he could be accountable for. The times he spent cursing at Ivar for something that was, as he would rarely say out loud, wasn’t his fault. It could have happened to anyone… but he knows that his cruelty could have set him up for this.
“I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do.” You say as you pace around your room with his daughter in his arms. Tears wet your eyes as she cried audibly through the thick walls that felt thin. The eyes of her smaller brothers were wide like glistening jewels from their blond haired father to where you were, desperate to stop her wailing cries. A scene he remembers– because of course, it’s seared into his mind.
“Give her to me.” Sigurd offers out his arms. You slide the bundle into his arms, finding the burden of her pain better shared. Sigurd holds her tight against his chest, drawing his fur coat to cover them both. You follow after with your fingers anxiously melding together.
“Please… please don’t hurt her.” You know rationally Sigurd wouldn’t– but in your heart, you’re scared.
“It will be okay.” Sigurd turns last second to cup your cheek. “I’ll take care of this.”
“Where will you go?” You ask.
“To someone who knows.”
Time zone reblog.
Sweet Remorse
Hey sy!!! Can you write about young!sigurd falling in love for the 1st time ever?? If its alright 💞
A/N: You got it! Gif is not mine!
A voluptuous, curvy woman. You were thicker than any of the women that his brother had. Maybe that was the point. The thick, round curves were just his taste. Beyond all the women he could have had as a first love, he loved how your skin felt under his fingers. Or in a way, against his hips. The weight, the figure sure-- it allured him. Nothing as brilliantly as your sweet demeanor and truthfully tranquil air you brought wherever you went. You rise your hand into the dead wind, waving at him.
“Goodbye Sigurd!” You say fondly.
Baby Bleeds
His little girl was always the first to wake up in the morning.
She took her time braiding her golden hair and intricate little knots and braids, so when he woke up and heard nothing-- he knew something was wrong. At her bedside, curled up in a ball with her golden hair sloppily strewn around her, she groaned gently.
“Is it time to get up?” She asks.
Sigurd slides beside her, combing bits of her hair away from her tired eyes. His palm rests on her forehead. She felt… hotter than usual, but not in a heat that was not raging.
“No, princess. What is wrong? You are always up.” He asks her, pulling at her shoulder gingerly. She turns among her crisp sheets careful not to wake up her twin brother. Reclining on her forearms, she swallows shyly.
“I’m… I’m just bleeding fadir.” She tries to sit, brows wincing tightly together. “I can work. Mother gave me a tea.”
“Mother gave you a tea?” He furrows his eyebrows, folding his arms as if insulted that his wife hadn’t told her of their daughter’s first bleed. That was important to know-- what if it was something else?
“Lay down.” He says. “I’ll find a healer.”
“Fadir-- women have been having bleeds long before me.” She chirps shyly, obediently laying back as he guides her.
“Not my princess.” He lays a small kiss to her forehead, drawing the warm sheets back over her. He sweetly pushes her hair away from her face and leaves the room. Distinctly, she could hear him. Blaeja!
Mommy could get in trouble too.
Tomorrow is our sweet Uncrowned King’s day! You can expect content from @lisinfleur and me. If you have any requests of Sigurd for me, feel free to drop them my way and I’ll try my best to get to them!