Hey! Can I Please Have A Male Viking Ship? I'm A 5'1 Curvy Girl, With Brown/blue Short Hair, With A Dragon

Hey! Can I please have a male Viking ship? I'm a 5'1 curvy girl, with brown/blue short hair, with a dragon tattoo on my back. I'm INFJ, Hufflepuff, I love to swim, gardening, drawing and dancing. I can pull a conversation with almost any person. I'm a little touch starved. Summer>winter, the sun powers me up. I love shoving homemade food to people I like, and I tend to speak to much when excited about something. I love horror movies, and I don't give a sh*t about what people think about me.

- #Couple Goals 

- You both bounce off each other well.

- He loves it when you cook. When he tries to cook is goes up in flames.

- He likes that you don’t care what other people think about you. Your confidence is a definite turn on.

Damn it Peter... I’m already hot and sweaty I didn’t need this

If you are still doing Vikings match ups, could I have one? I am a straight, 5'3, petite female with long dark blonde hair and green-brownish eyes. I like inside as well as outside activities like cooking, swimming, various forms of crafting and hiking. I'm 100% mom friend and am rather interested and skilled in medical treatment. I'm usually polite and kind, but can get quite stubborn and fiery if I have to be. I'm a "True Neutral". Thank you :)

- He is the trademark ‘Dad friend”. If you were just friends people would often assume you two are together. 

- He likes it when you get firey and stubborn. 

- You’re kind enough to handle Ivar’s moods, but stubborn enough not to let him not to take advantage of your kindness.

- You can expect a lot of jealousy from him. He’s definitely afraid that someone else will take you from him.

Finders Keepers || Kinktober Drabbles [VIII]: Harald + Tights

❛  warnings | tights, stealing (really tho?), modern au

❛ sy’s notes | *sighs* fallen again… the drabbles i missed (6 and 7 will be posted tomorrow as the only posts of the day)

“Oh! These are ripped!”

Harald loves having run of the office. Most of all, he loves having a pretty secretary. He leans up from his desk, scuttling toward the door in his pressed suit. Then leaning into the door, Harald listens in closely. A repetitive click of bouncing heels knocks on the hardwood floors. Then, a forceful crack of knuckles on the door.

“Mr. Harald! Mr. Harald!”  

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His hair is so long, it’s full of secrets.

Harald Finehair doesn’t care

He is not a follower, but a very ambitious and charismatic leader. 

He takes this to the extreme by making himself King of all Norway because that is what true kings do when they are rejected.

He might be the most dominate brother, but his blonde brother won’t let  Finehair’s wrong relationship choices dominate their future.

Speaking of his brother, they make a cute couple and they know how to work every camera angle. Where is Tyra when you need her?

But more importantly, he knows how to look good with damn fine hair. My little pony might be jealous of Harald’s long locks.

What’s in a name? Even women can’t get enough of it. 

Speaking of names, Harald and Halfdan are possible the originators of the term ‘bromance’. Look how intense their bond is.

But brotherly love is not enough. He also sides with Ivar the Boneless.  They see me smirking.

Everybody loves Harald Finehair. It’s that simple.

Loving Care

❛ pairing | harald x reader

❛ type | drabble

❛ summary | after harald comes home humiliated by the family of Ragnar, he faces his new wife bitter. this story references the story of Helgi, killer of Hunding, and Sigrun– but with Harald taking the appropriate role.

❛  warnings | reference to rape

❛ sy’s notes | it begins.

Harald knows that he is no longer of young age. Soon, Odin might take him, if he were lucky. If he weren’t, it would be this cyclical madness that knew no end. He throws his crown on the table as he walks into the cabin he shared with his wife.

He seizes the back of his chair knowing he was fucked yet again, knowing he was tired as he always was. At least, when it came to Ragnar’s legacy.

“You’re home,” a soft whisper comes from the back of his home. He grumbles under his breath, reminded by what had happened before his brisk escape from Kattegat. Lagertha’s touch. He barely leers to the side, just enough that he could see your bare feet on the cool floor. His lip wrinkles inward.

“I’m home.”

Home– in Vestfold. “And what did you accomplish?”

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