Think Of Me Part 1

Think of Me part 1

.... Warning- a bit NSFW, angst

Y/N loved her husband, really, she did. But sometimes another man slipped into her head.

Ivar. Ivar, her best friend. Ivar, her husband. Ivar, the love of her life. Now just put an 'ex' in front of all of those and you'll have the situation.

Before the whole war with Lagertha, Ivar and Y/N were deeply in love, hardly capable of killing their eyes away from each other. But after avenging Ragnar and Bjorn making a side comment on you being unable to fall pregnant, Ivar refused to speak to you.

He never slept in the same bed.

Never kissed you good night.

Never asked how you were now, since your mother had died recently.

No, not ever. Not until you left.

You left with Bjorn and Halfdan, sailing to the Mediterranean. To most, that was an end to the once obsessive marriage. An end to the late nights of weeping to the gods to solve this problem. An end to hiding away your pregnancy belly...

You later married Bjorn.

He loved you. Sure, he may have not been quite as passionate as Ivar was when you two first got married. But a little love is better then none.

You have birth to a daughter, shortly after arriving in Sicily. She had dark blue eyes and dark hair, of course. It was a mock from the gods, as if they were calling you out for choosing the elder son.

Bjorn was furious when he realized you were pregnant while you were all traveling to the Mediterranean Sea. But still, he supported you.

The girl, who you named Idunna, could not walk. Her legs didn't kick while she came to life. As she got older, you developed braces for her- like Ivar's old ones.

She was just as intelligent as him, though her kindness came form you.

Now, you were on the battlefield. Standing behind your new husband, Bjorn, and his younger brother, Ubbe.

Ivar, with his freezing eyes glared at you, watching your every move. As if he wanted to snatch you away. It was a predator-prey relationship

"And what have you to say, Y/N? Hmmm? "

Bjorn's shoulders tightened under your soft hands as you replied, "I don't like war, Ivar, you know that. "

He nodded softly, but grounded his jaw down, "and?"

"And... I'd rather not have it., " Lagertha looked at you, pleading, "but if it comes to that... I'll be willing to kill you. And Hvitserk... And you, King Harald. "

Everyone agreed, but none worded any kind of acknowledgment. After the argument became worse, and Ivar proceeded to throw water in Ubbe's face, all hope of peace was lost.

Ivar and Lagertha's people moved back, yet you didn't. He was staring again. Gazing so deeply into you that you felt like all the secrets were being ripped out.

"Why did you leave me?" His voice cracked. But you knew Ivar better than anyone else, maybe he was lying. "I know you love me, " He looked back up from the grass with a tempest in his eyes, "I think- at least- that you did"

You sighed, Bjorn calling put from across the field, "I'm not sorry, Ivar. You hurt me, and you have to see that we're not children anymore. You can't just expect me to come running back like a lost puppy"

You wanted to, though. He may had ignored you, but he was mourning too. His brother was dead, killed by Ivar himself.

Both parents of his had been killed, though your mother had just been executed by a foreign king.

"Goodbye, Ivar. " You turned to leave, it the memories came crashing on.

"Y/n" He uttered something else under his breath. Yet your feet kept moving. Tears threatened to overflow as Bjorn wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you on for a hug before rushing to prepare troops.

You and Ivar really loved one another, your first kill was for him. He defended you for years against childhood bullies.

He was your first kiss. You briefly remember his soft lips, the sweetness behind them and his gentle grown when your hand found his hair to tug at.

Your tent was filled with little giggles, Idunna. She was only a baby, and Bjorn only allowed her to come because of your fears. He called you irrational, but you swore to stay off the battle field.

A healer with red hair watched over her, Torvi offered weeks ago, but you kindly offered. Bjorn still looked at her with some lust.

Was this love?

Being second to everyone? Sure, you were Ivar's first for a lot of things. First kiss, first time having sex, first marriage, first kid. Well, he didn't know about the last part.

"Here you are, ma'am" Offering a smile, you readily accepted Idunna from the healer.

"Little Idunna, light of my life." You paced, keeping her giggling, but she would become hungry soon.

It was funny, really how this one child had traveled farther than most people in Kattegat.

"Maybe you know what love is"

To Bjorn you were his second. Second wife, second to father his children, second person who he loved the most.

When you and ivar made love, it was with lust and longing. Those lingering touches lingered just a little bit longer than normal.

Those caresses moved to other parts of the body.

Those impure thoughts and wet dreams became real. The pleasure of feeling him so deep left you limping the day after.

"Wife!" Here he comes, Bjorn.

Bjorn was selfish and stubborn, he left Torvi without her consent, an illegal act to the gods.

You often wondered why, but paid no heed to dig deeper in questions.

He too, was a satisfying lover. He preformed for far longer than what you wanted to. He was barely ready while you were already half asleep.

"Wife!" His blonde hair swing with his overbearing body as he came in the tent. "You must go"

You frowned "Where? Back to Kattegat? "

He nodded.

"But what if you loose this battle I'll be alone in Kattegat when Ivar comes riding in! " You were exasperated.

"Just go, " His hands softly brushed away Idunna's soft-as-dawn hair. "It's for the best"

What you didn't know was he was going to loose this war. Ivar would come for you, and he would be well pleased with his prize.

Before leaving the camp with a few warriors you took a dye and bleached your daughter's hair as light as possible.

Idunna the Boneless would live as Bjorn's child- not Ivar's.

need refs/inspo for period clothing?

here you go:

Medieval (9th-15th century):

10th century and earlier

Romance (1000-1250)

11th century

12th century

13th century

more 13th century

14th century

more 14th

15th century

and more 15th century

Gothic (1150-1550)

Renaissance (1520-1650)

16th & 17th century

16th century

more 16th

Tudors (1500-1550)

more Tudors

Elizabethan Period (1558-1603)

Jacobean Era (1603-1625)

17th century

more 17th century

and again

and even more

this won’t stop

Baroque (1600-1750)

Georgian Period (1714-1830):

18th century

more 18th century

18th century women’s fashion

18th century men’s fashion

Rococo (1720-1770)

Classicism (1770-1790)

children 18th-19th century

Regency Preiod (1811-1820)/ Empire (1800-1820s):

1790-1820s

more stuff on regency and georgian era

even more

that’s not enough regency

and more

how is there so much

early 19th century men’s wear

early 19th century women’s wear

Victorian Period (1837-1901):

Romantic Era (1820-1840s)

Civil War Era/1850-1860s

1870-1890s

more victorian

Edwardian Period (1901-1910):

1900-1910s

Belle Epoque (1880-1910s)

more edwardian/belle époque

Modern:

1910s-1920s [Fashion between the World Wars]

1920s

more roaring 20s

so much 20s

1920s hairstyles

1930s

1930-1940s

1930-1950s

1950s

more 50s

1960s

1960-1970s

1980s

lots of periods in one spot/fashion through centuries:

here, here, and here is almost everything (and properly ordered)

also here with lots of historic fashion magazines

100 years of beauty (includes lots of other cultures too!)

historic fashion

costumes of antiquity

more historical clothing

history of fashion

more history of fashion

“vintage” clothing

historic costumes

children’s historical fashion/toys

details

historic wedding dresses

historic assecoires (hats, shoes…)

hats

masks

parasols

lots of embroidery/jewlery

Short disclaimer: Most pictures show clothes of royalty, aristocracy, and burgoisie as their clothes weren’t worn as much and especially not for labour, which is the issue with farmers/workers’ clothes, which also were reused quite often, whether to sew new clothes or have rags. So please keep this in mind!!

It really is very European-centric as I am European as well, and I apologise for it if you expected more from it. I definitely lack the knowledge to determine what are accurate portrayals of other cultures, and to find content for them is really difficult as well. This is why I would encourage you to submit any resources you have to my blog! If you have any book recs or know good pages, please let me know!

Another edit/note: Pinterest has changed a lot since I made the post, so you need to be signed in now to see more than the first row of the boards, I’m really sorry about that! (Also I tested all the links and on my original post they still work, if you’re having isues with that.)

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