A Woman, Not a Demon
❛ pairing | king alfred x reader
❛ summary | sick of the reader, bjorn hands her down to alfed– who has yet to prove himself to bjorn.
❛ warnings | verbal arguments, whipping, bad!alfred, dark!alfred, dark!bjorn, dark!reader, slavery, hatesex, angry words, verbal abuse, beating,
❛ sy’s notes | i wrote this fic a while ago but i just didn’t have the balls to post it until right now with coaxing. i was in a mood just last week and wrote this then.
He buries the Bishop Heahmund. He buries his memories of his father with them. Cold in the ground, his memories disassociate from him as he walks past through the halls his grandfather once walked. He steps into his throne room and finds that there stands Bjorn, the back of his blond head unmistakable.
“Bjorn Ironside,” he calls.
Bjorn shifts, tugging with him a smaller body. The candlelight reflects off of the smaller one, outlines more delicate features. A girl. No– Alfred comes to a stop at the base of the stairs. A woman.
“Who is she?” Alfred sways to a stop, his hands folded carefully in front of himself.
“This is (Y/N) Flokisdottir.”
Alfred looks her over. It means nothing to him.
“Does that mean something to you?” Alfred asks.
“It means she is the daughter of a certain boatbuilder,” Bjorn says cryptidly. “You’ll keep her.”